Why is it that when he’s here, I think Mark is so grown-up for a 13-yr-old? But now that he’s away at Boy Scout camp, I think of him as a 9-year-old…not knowing what to do…having no self-confidence…missing me…
Tom leaves tomorrow to spend the rest of the week at camp with him. I’ll bet he won’t hug him like I would, though. Maybe Mark’s glad I’m not coming. 
Oh, I know what you mean, we have had so many thunderstorms, since he’s been gone. I wake up and wonder where he is sleeping and if he’s dry and safe.
I’ll be relieved when his dad gets down there. It seems like he has been gone a month!!!