It's been almost two weeks since I drove my son to overnight camp in Huntsville. I miss him terribly.
I can handle not seeing him for two weeks, although that's tough in its own right, it's not hearing from him at all that's has me missing my boy.
While at camp, they can't phone or email or contact home, unless it's an emergency. So while no news is good news, absence makes the heart grow fonder and I can't wait to give him the biggest hug of his life tomorrow.
