I just said goodbye to this guy. He is on a bus, with 20 other 3rd graders, on their way to San Diego for YMCA Camp Surf. He won't be back until Friday evening.
Did I mention, that I had to run away quickly after saying goodbye because I was sobbing? Or the fact that I sat in my car in the parking lot for almost 20 minutes, because I couldn't drive I was crying so hard. I can't breathe. I miss him so much, and I am so nervous for him.
He was so excited, but I could also tell he was a little nervous, so I left. I think having me there made him more anxious, even though I was keeping my cool, and playing with him. I hate knowing that I don't get to talk to him for 2 days. What if he needs me? Oh, here it goes again, I am crying...
This has helped me make a decision, he will NOT be serving a mission. No freaking way I can say goodbye to him for 2 years.
Chloe leaves for the Grand Canyon with her class tomorrow, but I am not as worried about her. She goes to sleepovers all the time, and she is fine. I know she is going to have a blast, and not even glance back at us. I just don't know how Andy is gonna do. I hate not knowing. I don't think I have ever prayed so much in my life. I hope it all goes well, and he has a great time, and proves all my fears and worries wrong!
Please send happy thoughts my way, cause I really don't know if I am gonna make it through the next few days.