It’s been 3 weeks since we dropped Leah off at camp. Or a hundred. I’ve lost count. Benjamin, however, knows EXACTLY how long his big sister has been gone and that is FOREVERRRRRRRR and he is ready for us to go and get her.
“Go get my sister, Mommy.”
You got it, buddy. In just a few days.
Husband and I were talking last night about how we didn’t miss her until now and is that okay? I think it is. The pictures below are stolen (quite outright) from the camp’s website (thus the crappy resolution, sorry) so we’ve gotten to see her happy and having fun and this is good because waiting for letters from her and trying to get any details out of her in those letters is a futile, futile exercise in futility.
Before she left we needed some time apart. You know that feeling. But now? After seeing the fun and big goofy nutjob smile on her face? I want to see her and that smile and have some fun with her again.
Six days. Six days, buddy and we’ll go get her.