Camp Goodbye

Camp Goodbye

Will he be alright?
Will he be happy?
Will he make any friends?
Will he eat?
Will he brush his teeth?
Will he…
Will he…

This morning was a very early one;
Yet no alarm was needed.
He woke feeling sick, but pushed through it.
We woke feeling sick, but smiled through it.
We rode to the airport going over last minute details.
He rode to the airport with headphones on, hearing some of them.
He was strong.
So was Susan mostly.
So was I, but for one tear when he went through security and out of sight.

We know he’ll be alright.
We know he’ll be happy.
We know he’ll make some friends and eat… and maybe brush.

My heart feels like its belt just got tightened.
The house is too quiet since a loud lovable piece of our world is away.
He will sleep in a new bed tonight.
Surrounded by boys and noise and we hope much laughter and some growth.
But boy, do I miss him so.