So the Troop 285 bus was supposed to pull out this morning at 10am, meaning we had to be at the predetermined meeting site at 9. Which was quite a nice change from the 4am time of last year.
Then the bus showed up at 9:30am with no a/c. For 41 boys, 6 SMICs and a 4+ hour drive to OK. Not going to work my friends. They send us away to wait saying coming back at 10:30am for the new bus. In what can only be described as a comedy of errors, the new bus doesn't show up until NOON.
A little before 12:30pm our boys, and the brave men, head off to Oklahoma for a week of Boy Scout camp. I spend the rest of the day trying not to think about another week without the kiddo, having a great time of course with friends, paint, a pool and white wine (it's hot in this state so yes, chilled white instead of the standard red). The reassuring email comes that they arrived safely and are looking forward to a great week.
Then life gut checks you and you have to pause and remind yourself that raising an independent child is awesome...yet... he will be gone before I know it and well prepared for life.
Here's to our amazing children, and the moments we realize that the pride we feel is only second to the love in our hearts for those crazy, moody preteen boys:)