Letter to my son
Dear Son, June? June?! The last time I wrote a letter to you was in June? Oh heavens! You know it was a crazy, busy summer if Mommy is that delayed in writing. Let's see, rounding up summer in a flash (okay, not a flash, this is going to be long): You loved cooking camp, making scrambled eggs to jambalaya to baking a king cake and all sorts of fun things in-between. Did you enjoy eating all of the things you made? Of course not. But it taught you skills and had you trying new foods. Every little step counts! You are clearly more confident in the kitchen and offering to help. In fact, when we went to Granny and Grandfather's house for Daddy to make crepes, you were happy to stir the eggs, spinach and tomatoes over the stove. Soccer camp was fun. You felt at ease with kicking the ball. Often times, the group divided into two teams. No problems there. During Basketball camp, your coach said, "Gregory has excellent control of the ball!" Yeah! If