He Left On A Jet Plane

But I do know when he'll be back again.

Caleb left early yesterday morning with a group from our church for camp a whole lotta states away. And by early, I mean before the sun is up early. 4:30 am early. *yawn*

I was up from 1:30 am to about 3 am with butterflies and excitement mixed with a little nervousness about forgetting something, etc. I really felt like God told us to send Caleb, so I've been at peace with the decision, I just had the normal travel thing going on. I'd hate for my boy to get there and be without something important. Like clean underwear. Or his swimsuit. Or a pencil.

When I fell back asleep, I dreamt that we had missed the flight and no one had called to find out where we were. I began to try to figure out how to get Caleb to the airport in one hour (the airport they flew out of is two hours away). Then I noticed all the clocks in my house were totally different times.

That's when it turned into a nightmare because I realized someone had been in our house and deliberately changed all our clocks while we were sleeping just so we would know they had been there. I woke myself up as I was trying to decide how we could safely keep a loaded gun in our bedroom. But I digress, this is not about the inner workings of my mind.

I heard that sigh of relief...

Anyway, the man cub is whooping it up at this awesome camp very far from home and I am so excited for him. They've got horseback riding, water slides, a lake, arcades, go-karts, a carousel, and so much more! Not your everyday summer church camp.

He'll be back in a few days for a brief pit stop before he heads to Cub Scout camp. Brief as in less than 24 hours. Turning our home into a bed and breakfast. Oh well, I look forward to seeing his smile, hearing his stories, hugging his skinny body, and sniffing him as all good mothers do.