Max left – just now – for camp.
This is and isn’t a big deal.
It is because while he’s been away from me before – lots – he’s never been away without being with family. Well, there was some boy scout thing. I forgot about that. So I guess it’s not really that big.
When he comes back, though, he’ll be ten.
I remember being ten. 1990, yo.
I know it’s cliche and everyone says it, but it’s gone so fast.
Ugh. Well, I’m stepping on territory I need to save for his birthday post, so I won’t continue.