Our youngest son, Austin, is at church camp this week. It’s his second year to go to the week-long camp in Clinton, Illinois with his friend, Mason. (Mason left, Austin right)

Last year I made sure that Austin received a letter or a postcard from someone in the family every day of camp. I didn’t want him to get homesick (and truth be told, it helped me feel connected to him!)

Last week he told me, “Mom, no letters this year. Last year was embarrassing.” I said, “Are you sure you don’t even want one?” He said, “No, not one. Promise me you won’t send me one letter.”

“Yes, Austin. I promise.” (Sniff, sniff…)

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