Scout camp for 10 days the last couple summers was the best part of Nolan's summer. He LOVED, loved, loved it. I remember his first summer, 2011. Patrick wasn't sure he wanted him to go. It seemed so long. 10 days. He drove him down. That was probably a little harder on Nolan than just riding with a friend. He cried a little. But he loved it. He called the first and second night. Then no more calls. He wrote a couple times. The next year, I think he wrote once. He had no homesickness at all. Yet, he was so glad to see us at the family visitors day. He bought me earrings.... I never wore themI have them though.
Liam left today for his first time at Bartle. He's different, no homesickness. I dont' foresee any calls. He may write one letter only because I told him he had to. It's so bittersweet... I had thought how neat it would be for the two boys to go together... now they won't... ever....
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