Duck Hunting

Cody went duck hunting with his dad for the first time this weekend. I wouldn't let him go last year because it gets too cold when duck hunting... early mornings, ice, snow, wind. This year Chris bought him all kinds of cold gear so I couldn't use that excuse. I pelted Chris with questions all week about safety and what he planned to do for food, sleeping arrangements, etc. He patiently answered them all. I couldn't find a single loop hole or I mean reason not to let him go.

I dropped him and Chris off at camp on Friday. As I drove away from duck camp he had a huge smile on his face and was waving. I wanted to cry because he looked like such a big kid and not my puggy little dark eyed beauty. The excitement and happiness in his eyes told me he was where he wanted to be completely so I took a deep breath and drove on, but not before I texted Chris one last instruction...take lots of pictures. He sent me pics the whole day, night and following morning.

It was Cody's first activity that didn't include me. That's hard for a mom. Plus he came home smelling like fried bacon, ugh!