I dropped the boys off at camp on Thursday.
They’re staying there, with my family, while I’m in San Jose for BlogHer ’14 with my husband. It’s really a treat for everyone. They play, have a blast, get to stay up late and eat all the ice cream, spend time with family, and make new friends. My husband and I get a mini-vacation, even if I work the whole thing.
Saying goodbye to them doesn’t get any easier.
When we stopped in on Sunday to check on them, they didn’t care that we had been gone since Thursday. As we said goodbye until the following Monday, BigBrother simply gave me a hug and ran out the door to go find his friends, the screen door slamming behind him.
LittleBrother looked up at me. “Eight days,” he mumbled. His eyes were wide.
“Yes, but then we’ll be home. You’ll have a good time with your brother and your other friends.”
“Yeah, you’re right. See ya later!” He shrugged as he kissed me and ran out the door, chasing after his brother.
I miss them so much right now, but I am not worried about them nor do I feel guilty. They’re having a blast. They’re safe. They’re happy. The same can be said of us here in California. Not too shabby at all.