My poor Mallory left for 4-H Camp on Sunday. Yeah, I know I was going to camp in 4th grade, but that's ONLY because Teacher Brenda went with me. She's going into 6th grade and couldn't have cared less who else was going. She's always been way more adventurous than I was. As everyone else was getting their hugs goodbye in the parking lot, she was building her nest in the back seat, "Who else is riding back here?" No tears there. Then there's no Mallory to tuck in at night, no Mallory to help with shipping and receiving all our packages, no Mallory helping me get set for VBS Crafts next week... But at least I can be pretty sure she's having fun. I'd worry about the boys. They've never been quite like that. But this is still her first time! Of course, she's been packed since March. She got that from my mom. I don't pack. She'll pack me for Maranatha, and that's good. heehee. Ok, I'll stop crying to you and get busy. She comes home tomorrow. I think I can make it.
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Simply a breathtaking picture. I never got any pictures of me with either of my babies when they were little and I regret it.
Frankie and Cannon are gone for 10 days to a Medieval event. I really miss my boys, but I must confess I'd be a wreck if Jewel were gone. I don't think I could go without my Jewel- maybe because she is only 8 yrs old or maybe because she will always be my baby. I miss the boys more than I thought I would, but we are getting TONS of cleaning done.
I hope she has a blast and the time flies by for you. My grandparents never owned a gun, even with 6 very cute girls, but man could my grandma sling a frying pan. I'm sure your chef hubby has some kitchen tools that would make interesting deterrents for certain young men visiting your daughter.
Smiles
Jennifer
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