Growing pains...

So I had a bit of a break down last night when Quincy came to me and asked me about attending a UVU team basketball camp this summer. I sat on the toilet and cried and cried because he is growing up and getting tall and it's hard. I know it's all part of the plan, blah, blah, blah, but it's still hard. Broc came in to help and I told him that the hardest thing about it was that he was so sweet about it. Why should that make things hard, don't you want him to be sweet? He came to me and said a lot of the boys were going and that the ninth grade coaches would be coaching them at camp. He said, "I just wish it didn't cost so much. I could pay for it. But it's still just so much money. Maybe I could see if I could pack my own food and stuff." The sad thing is that it was just yesterday when he was Ty's age and now he's as tall as me and teaching missionary discussions to the ward members and going to basketball camps with the high school players. After my good cry, I told Broc he could tell me to get a real reason to cry. So thankful for healthy, sweet boys.