the dew baby

This whole "my son is at camp for a week" thing.... I'm over it. I miss Sean like crazy. It's like I'm missing an appendage. Evenings are weird with only Evan here. And when I put Evan to bed, I look at the clock and think "Sean is winding down for the day right now...." His lights-out is at 9pm.

Based on the pictures I'm seeing online and the cabin letter I received via email today, he's clearly having fun! He probably doesn't have time to get homesick.

(Parents of Cabin 5: Your kids are having an incredible week at camp! They all have bonded really quickly and become the best of friends. After their swim tests on Sunday, they all signed up for survival and archery. They then proceeded to laugh at opening campfire before going to sleep. We've all done super fun activities like arts and crafts and boating, but we have so many more planned for the week! Your kids will have so many stories to share this week! Sincerely, Matt and Alex)

But still.... lying in bed at night, I can't help but wonder if he's truly doing okay.

Three more days. Just three more days. I didn't cry at drop-off, but I can almost guarantee I'm going to bawl like a baby at pick-up.

I. Can. Do. This.