I really didn’t mean for that to be as long of a writing break as it turned out to be. One day has just melted right into the next since school got out and there hardly seems like there is a minute to sit and reflect on anything. There has been a camping trip and church camp and a choir trip and chemo and doctor appointments and cousin visits and freaky storms and high temperatures. All in the last two weeks.
Here are some of the highlights.
Know why camping was fun when you were a kid? Cause your parents did ALL THE WORK! Lordy mercy. Taking up and tearing down and shopping for 14 and the truck wouldn’t start and the electrical lines wouldn’t reach and one of the triplets got a stomach bug and that made for interesting sleeping arrangements. Oh, and Katie and I slept in a camper with the gas stove on all night one night. We were this close to being an item on the evening news. One little spark. Someone was watching out for us! Did I mention the snake?
But in between all the crazy there were times of sitting around the campfire and telling the same old family stories that we’ve laughed at over and over. There was time spent walking around the campground and happening upon a group playing bluegrass. There was good cooking from over the fire and there was beautiful unseasonal weather. There was even a back flip done off the rocks by my brother while the kids cheered and the adults cringed.
Katie had her first church camp experience and it was everything we could have hoped for her. Lots of fun and some serious spiritual growth. It is a blessing to see her start to understand her faith in a more grown up way. She has decided she is going back every year and we second that.
Elena spent the week with her Tennessee cousins and they had a ball. One night at dinner, the triplets were kind of bantering back and forth. Ann asked Elena if she was tired of all the noise and ready to go home. Without missing a beat, Elena said, “No way! This is like having a front row seat at a sitcom!”
She’s got her family pegged.
We are nothing if not sitcom material. Even if we are only funny to ourselves.