A swamp and stinky feet

That's what his suitcase smells like ... a cross between a swamp and stinky feet, after a week away at camp.  And I mean everything in the suitcase, not just the clothes, right down to the damn flashlight, it all S-T-A-N-K-S.  Imagine not showering for a few days, not wearing deodorant and then taking a big whiff.  Or boiling old shoes on the stove.  Ok, you get the idea.  It stunk.  I took absolutely everything made of fabric and took it straight to the washing machine and set everything else out on the porch to air out.  Lord help me.

He had more fun than the law allows.  At the closing chapel (it was YMCA, so there was some religion in it), they sang songs, locked arms, swayed, held hands, and did all the campy stuff you do.  And he looked so happy, just grinning ear to ear. I loved watching him with his newfound friends and it warmed to the bottom of my heart.  I remember camp and I made friends at camp as a 10 year old that I wrote to until I was in college.

He did so many things - including horseback riding, canoeing, swimming, tetherball (for which he is proudly sporting MASSIVE - and I must say impressive - bruises up and down his arms), dodgeball, wiffelball, and a 100 other things.  Every day was jam packed with activities and he probably never slowed down once to take a breath.  I particularly like his description of "bro'-ing out"... time where just the "brothers" from his cabin would hang out and play frisbee and such.  They called it "bro time".  How adorable.  Of course, if I told him I thought that was adorable, he'd kill me.  But it was adorable.  And hilarious.  But he is getting older and wow, he will have "bro"s to hang out with soon.  I guess he already does!

He didn't want to come home of course, but I missed him A LOT!  I mean, he's stayed with his dad for a week before, and even been gone almost 2 weeks in New Hampshire before, but I've always called him every day or nearly every day then.  This time I didn't get to call him at all, so by today, I was really missing my boy.  I was so glad to see him, I hugged him till his guts fell out.  Ok, almost.

I'm glad he's home.  He's not.

Camp was a success!