It. is. hard.
Saturday was the big day. Everything was packed and we met up with some friends to caravan. Last time we went for family visit day to Lonehollow we learned that watching a movie in the back seat + winding roads = nauseous children. We were glad to follow Jamil & Paige who knew a faster route than we had taken last time (translation faster straighter roads). Something you should know about Jamil. He was driving the vehicle that left Austin 45 minutes after we did but still managed to catch up before Kerville. This was not all that surprising to me as I have been known to put the pedal to the metal when catching up with someone. I was wrong. Jamil is just wicked fast. I was amazed at one point we actually got passed by a motorcycle. Then a few hills later said motorcycle was pulled over getting a ticket.
Glad that wasn't us.
Super Son got more and more excited the closer we got and the "are we there yet?"s became more regular. Waiting for the gates to open began to feel a bit like cruising on 6th street.
This place is gorgeous - and yes that is a line of families all arriving to drop off their campers. Super Son was so amused by my jealousy of him that he mentioned in his first letter home that there is a family camp next spring that I can go to.
One of my girlfriends commented on how grown up they all are when they come home from camp.
I realized that this is probably what is so hard.
He is growing up.
Beautifully strong and kind.
I'm just not sure that I am ready for it to happen.
So here he is in all of his youth and pre-camp not yet grown up glory.
I can't wait to see him in a few weeks.