And Then There Were Two

Micah's been delivered to camp for the summer.

He'll be away for five weeks, and as we wouldn't let him take a car out, I'm not sure how often we'll see him.

It will be a little quieter around here; less guitar playing and singing drifting up from the basement, less between meal food queries, one less voice at the dinner table.

It's his third camp summer, though, so you'd think we'd be getting used to it by now.

Just a little more practice for the empty nesting.