Seriously, sometimes the the planning for an event - the looking forward to it - is almost better than the event itself. So much so that I feel a little cheated when I just get to "show up" for the party. I know, I'm a freak.
We've had much to look forward to for this week. Tyler's first week a boy scout camp for one. Gerald dropped him off today ~sob~. Good thing it was him and not me. I would have DEFINITELY embarrassed him. Tyler was so looking forward to it, but also nervous about a few things. Like the night they spend away from camp - would he remember everything he needed? Dad to the rescue with a sticky note of the key things. Gerald and he had the camping gear all spread out Friday and yesterday in preparation for departure this morning. In the end, Gerald found it hard to leave him there too. He wanted to pitch a tent next to Tyler and stay. I wanted to bring him back home.
Me and the little boys are off to Michigan in the morning. A family reunion of sorts back to the amusement park of our youth now that (most) of our kids are big enough to ride too. Complete with matching t-shirts - we are so cheesy! I'm really looking forward to sharing it with Cole (my best ride rider), but it feels incomplete without the rest of my guys. So divided. Happy and sad all mixed up together.
Gerald, I believe, is looking forward to a few days without anyone telling him they are hungry for a snack or whining about their brothers. Then he's volunteering at scout camp for a couple days (whew, Daddy won't be too long in coming).
I know T is already having fun. Staying up too late, being a boy. I know we're going to have fun with extended family. I know Gerald will enjoy his alone time and his time at camp.
And yet, I feel. Incomplete. My family is apart for the first time/longest time since
EVER.
Really. I'm fine, just pretend like half my heart isn't away from me this week!
