Spencer is at his first full week away at"Big Boy" camp. He, along with IV and Jordan, are at Quaker Lake Camp this week. It is a traditional summer camp--filled with activities to help the kids learn, mature, gain confidence, etc. It will be good for them....hopefully.
I got my first letter from Spencer today. And it was painfully obvious that correspondence through letter writing is a dying art to my son's generation. He can text and whip out an email....but check out his first addressed envelope:
All those years of addressing thank you cards for him, I never really taught him to address an envelope by himself. And I guess I have not taught him to spell my new married name either. That could be rather important, huh? And I know he knows his zip code--but it looks like someone else wrote the zip on here---and it is the wrong one!
As we say here in the south.....oh bless his heart.
Once I got past the initial shock of how the envelope was addressed, next up was the letter inside. And I use the term "letter" loosely.
Sigh. My little man didn't even sign it. Just drew a picture of a crying and quite swollen looking caricature of what I assume is himself. I'm not sure if I am more concerned about the sadness or the fluid retention. I miss him like crazy and it breaks my heart to see the little sad face drawn on this letter...but c'mon...I just had to laugh a little. I mean, THIS was his first letter home from camp. And it is PRICELESS!
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It is priceless! And a hoot ... bless his heart. A valuable lesson too, I need to teach my children how to address an envelope.
and it brought tears to my eyes. I am reading your blog backwards. He was sad right from the beginning and I think he was refusing food and water tis the reason he got sick. Poor SPencer!!
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