Ok, so he isn’t leaving forEVER, but he IS leaving me for 5 days! He is obviously more excited than I. Our church has a Kids Kamp, and it’s about 2 hours south of us. Elijah always has a ball, and I know that technically he doesn’t even have TIME to miss me, but it still hurts a little bit when he tells me he barely even thinks about me while he’s gone. The one thing I love that the camp does is posts videos and pictures of the kids and the activities they do that day. I pour over them searching all the tiny, happy faces for the one I really care to see. I love seeing them swim, and do crafts, and even eat frozen pickles, but the videos and pictures I love the most are of their worship time. Something about seeing hundreds of young kids with their eyes closed, hands lifted, and praising God, can darn near can bring tears to my eyes.
I realize that Elijah isn’t going to need me always, I mean eventually he has to grow up(so they say), but when I actually see the proof of his maturing and becoming more independent, it makes me a little sad. But right now, he still isn’t “too cool” to give me hugs, kisses, and “I love you’s” in front of his friends. He still wants to cuddle every now and again, and we can actually have somewhat grown up conversations with each other. If it was possible, I’d bottle him up and keep him this age forever. Although, he’d probably be pretty uncomfortable and I’m pretty sure Child Services wouldn’t approve of those living conditions. Somehow I don’t think it’d be as comfortable as Jeannie’s was 😉