He has sent two postcards in addition to those I addressed and stamped for him. They were addressed just to me, and said how much he misses me and can't wait to come home, and wants to play cards and go kayaking and all the things I said in my ltrs. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Don't know if it will last (as I have noticed from other notes here about your kids coming home from camp--arg!). I've had two dreams where I am searching for difficult child. He's lost and I am very worried about him. In one, we're escaping from Russia (yeah, too many spy movies for sure, LOL!) and he's just a baby, but I have to spend more time working on my H's escape, so difficult child is usually carried by a sister or friend, and I know he is safe but I am still worried. The other dream was worse--he ran away and we were in a horrid underground back alley, grimy cement area, very seedy--and there were police everywhere but there were so many missing kids that it was hard for the police to keep track. The whole neighborhood looked like a back alley, and the doorways were often obsured by vines and broken pieces of wood. The people were either horribly disfigured or on drugs or both, and would force their way into your personal space and it was really gross. None of the kids knew how bad it was when they ran away, and they were all anxoius to get back to their parents. Someone set up a facility where the kids would go around the room in front of the parents and you'd pick out which one was yours--sort of like the luggage carrousels at the airport, LOL!--but my difficult child was never there. I continued to go around and around the line, then back outside to the other sections where he could have been. I knew that I had to give up, to leave to go home and just wait for him to show up, and trust that he would be all right. Obviously, both dreams have themes of being worried sick about difficult child being gone, but knowing that I had to trust that he would be all right and eventually come home. But hey, do you think I'm going to admit to my husband that I'm anxious about difficult child being gone for a mo? NO WAY! I am actually getting a lot of work done and have been very calm and happy (while I'm awake). But that doesn't mean I still don't love my son and miss him sometimes. Shh! Don't tell anyone.