My boy is at camp this week. We dropped him off Sunday afternoon. We will see him Friday evening when we meet up with him at "family campfire." I love attending this event. After 6 days of missing my first born, 6 evenings at the dinner table with his place left empty, and 6 nights of tucking in the girls and walking past his dark bedroom, I am thrilled to see Tim from across the campfire.
And, yes, I go right up to my boy and give him a big, fat hug and kiss! It's the only time I get to without Tim telling me I am embarrassing him to death.
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