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.
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.