Our oldest son is having one heck of a summer. He's packed up and en route to Texas with Aunt Caroline as I write. Six Flags, Medieval Times, Half Price Books and more await him....plus lots of time with the Starnes family. Then, 2 weeks on the beach in sunny San Diego followed by a massive road trip cross country, seeing all the sites.
Sometimes, I wish my name was Carter.
We said good-bye this morning and I proudly held back tears as I watched sister drive off with my baby. (Jack tried to sneak in, too.)
The group before departure.
I know he's in good hands. I know he's going to have the time of his life. It's a rite of passage.....to spend summer break with family....we did it as kids.....I have the most wonderful memories from it.
I know all of this. It makes sense as I write it. So, why does it hurt my heart so much?