He’s been a little homesick this year, missing my “gourmet cooking” (ha ha….his words, not mine) and our dog, Molly. I can’t blame him. It’s hard sleeping on a rock hard bunk bed in the woods with people who’ve just learned your name.
But, I love that he returns with a confidence in what he CAN do. And, that he tried some new things – succeeding at some…more experienced in others. The bulls-eye in archery, getting up on water skis. Learning to live for 2 1/2 weeks with kids he’s never met.