Spencer just got home from his first scout camp today. They chose not to go to a council ran camp this year and did a canoe trip. Long story short their canoe trip ended early from unforeseeable circumstances and ended at a lake. Spencer had so many stories to share and I witnessed it through his deacon aged eyes. I got a tear in my eye at his innocence knowing that in a few short years he will be one of the older ones setting the example for the younger ones. I wish he could be a little boy forever. I remember when he was first a Bobcat and how darling he looked in uniform. I got to experience his growth as a den leader and cub master. Again I see that sweetness in him that will shortly be replaced with eyes of an experienced youth. In my biased opinion...how lucky those younger boys will be. I have gratitude this evening for two reasons: How grateful I am for the good leaders that brought him safely home, and how grateful I am to be the person this boy calls Mom.