Grayson at Camp Fern

This past Sunday we took Grayson to his first camp at Camp Fern near Marshall (exactly 7 miles from our home).  After we dropped him off with his group Jamie and I got his bunk set up and left him for two weeks of fun.  We read the camp's website avidly every day looking for pictures of Grayson or mentions of him in the daily newsletter (Todays' mentioned him for the first time, saying "Grayson Smith is learning how to become a ping pong master and really enjoys his walking stick".  We've also talked to his counselor a couple of times (who says he's doing fine) and are sending care packages every couple of days.  So far we've gotten two letters from him - both on the first night - saying "bring soft pillow" and "I'm starting to like Camp Fern" as well as a postcard from his counselor and one from him.  The counselor says that he's the only boy that insists on lining his shoes up and for whom "keeping cool is a necessity" so they had to adjust his bunk fan.
We miss him terribly and worry about how he's doing, but he seems to be having a great time.  Mom and Dad are not doing quite as well, but we're hanging in there.