Saturday, July 17, 2010
Oliver, Sophie and I went to pick a beaming Henry up from Ghetto Camp this afternoon. Just as we'd all predicted, he had a fantastic time. He gave me a huge hug and chattered all the way home about the games he'd played, the food he ate, the hike he went on and what he learned. He told us about a few boys that were so homesick, they cried and wailed every day.
Did you miss us? I asked.
Yeah, sort of. But I was distracted a lot, and sometimes I didn't think about you at all, he replied.
Later, as I fixed dinner, he kept up the chatter. I think I might have missed Oliver the most, he said. He didn't know why. He threw his arms around me, then, and said Sometimes when I thought about you, my eyes teared up.
Could I possibly love him more?
Later that night, we all lay on the bed and listened to music. I saw all three of my children and just couldn't believe it.
How happy I was --