My little funnykins

I can't believe it.

Chloe, my little funnykins, is five years old.

It seems like just yesterday that she, the eighth child, was born after Micheal Phelps won his eighth gold medal during the summer Olympics.

She was just a little baby who fell asleep in my arms while we watched beach volleyball.

Now she's getting so big, my chatterbox, my mini-me.

Chloe is a girl who loves her family. Any chance she gets, she spends time with them. Talking, watching Disney movies, asking questions, laughing.

She's so loving, always ready to give hugs and kisses to whoever needs it.

When Chloe smiles, her whole face lights up and her brown eyes sparkle.

This is my mini munchkin.

Happy birthday, Coco Bean.

another night at the drive-ins

smiles,

laughter, 

anticipation.

setting sun, 

turn the radio on,

popcorn in brown paper bags.

the lights go out,

the projector whirs,

the countdown begins.

another night at the drive-ins has begun.

I'm not ready

Camp is over.

I'm sad to see it go, but at least it was a good summer,

a summer full of socks and flip-flops, manicures, ice cream, picnics, sewing baskets, reading Sherlock Holmes, swimming, playing games.

I wish I could show you the campers' bright and smiling faces.

I wish you could hear their laughter,

listen in on their funny conversations,

watch them sing to and about their Savior,

see their eyes light up with understanding during chapel and devotions.

That is why I work at camp.

That is why I keep going back every summer.

It's indescribable,

but I cannot help it.

I love camp, and I am going to miss it.

Now it's time to think about school, college decisions, fall activities.

But before that, we are going camping for one last hurrah.

I'm not ready to bid summer farewell just yet.