I Miss My Boy

Isn't that a great picture of Tyler? Randy took a wonderful series of photos of Tyler in our backyard but something about this particular photo just made my heart stop when I saw it. When did he get so big??? Why, I was just changing the diaper on his spindly little 6 lb., 11 oz. body last week! Ah, well . . . .

I've been missing my boy this week. Randy and I arose at 3:00 a.m. Sunday morning in order to put Tyler on a bus so that he could make the annual trek to Pine Springs Church Camp in the mountains of New Mexico. I didn't mention anything on my blog but the girls had returned just a couple of days before from Camp Impact in Oklahoma, and I was pleased both to see them go and to see them return. (And now, because I feel compelled, I would like to clarify that when I say I was "glad to see them go" I mean I felt no angst whatsoever about letting them go for the better part of a week. Just so you know . . .)

I have developed a pattern of reacting slightly differently at the prospect of separating from Tyler for a few days. I weep, I wring my hands, I mope around with a heavy heart . . . not exactly the proper send-off, but what can I do? I daresay no one will ever accuse me of lacking emotion! I haven't really had time to analyze my thoughts and actions--I certainly don't believe I harbor ANY feelings of preference or favoritism toward my first-born; in fact, I'm inclined to believe that perhaps it is simply that he IS my first-born that I share a unique bond with him that cannot be duplicated. Consequently, while I spent my days during the girls' absence knowing, just KNOWING in my heart that they were having the time of their lives on the Oklahome Christian campus, I have spent the last few days in near-constant prayer for Tyler--for his safety and well-being, and just missing him and longing to see his sweet face again. I really do miss that boy.



In more ways than one.