My baby's gone away. K Belle left early this morning to go on a church team trip to the beach. She will be gone until Friday night. In planning to send her to this, I didn't even think that I would cry when she left. I know she'll be well taken care of and she'll have a ton of fun, but I'm sure gonna miss that little girl.She reminded me so much of myself when I was young. I went through all the typical Mommy things to say before your child leaves. "Now, don't talk to strangers. Stay with an adult at all times. Stay with your group. Don't go wandering off. Please remember your sunscreen. Call me as much as you can." As I'm saying these things, she's got the typical expression on her face with the typical rolling of eyes, just like we all did when our moms were telling us these things. She says, "I know Mom. We went over all these things last year when I went away to camp." Yes, she has gone to a week-long kids' camp for the last two years, but it was only an hour away. And, yes, she is going again this year, so we'll have to go through this all over again in a couple of weeks. We said, "I love you," about 10 times before she left. I know that our house will be a lot quieter without her because La Petite Belle will have no one to bicker with, but I'd rather hear the bickering. It's so hard to let go. I just want to lock her down in the house to keep her safe from this world, and then, we'll talk when she's 18. Probably not an option. Lord, keep her safe.