I don’t have a new post today because my oldest son attended Boychoir camp this week.

It was a long hot week, and I got to help 2 days of it. My son was excited I was there, hugged me every time he saw me, and was bummed I didn’t get assigned more days. All of those things made it a great week, in addition to the great music they learned. I soaked it up as deeply as I could, every hug, every smile, every minute we had at lunch. (He saved me a seat!)

We’re done now, and I’m flat wiped out, laying in bed in delicious silence. It’s good to be home, too.

See you next week.