It’s the middle of the afternoon and it hasn’t quite hit me yet that my two oldest children left this morning for a month of sleep-a-way camp at Camp Ramah (in Canada), even though we packed them up, our duffel bags worth, one handed their passports over to a young capable looking bus counselor, other and hugged and kissed them goodbye.
It’s the middle of the afternoon and it hasn’t quite hit me yet, that my two oldest children left this morning for a month of sleep-a-way camp at Camp Ramah in Canada. Even though we packed them up, four duffel bags worth, handed their passports over to a young capable looking bus counselor, and hugged and kissed them goodbye.