The big kids went to church camp last week. FOUR nights away! They came home full of stories, happy they went,  even though it was hard being away. I thought about them all the time. We sent letters that got there the night before they came home, but otherwise we could not talk to them. As a mama, that was the hardest part. I could not ask if they were feeling ok, if the food was tolerable, or if they were sunburnt.
I just had to trust in those wonderful people around them who taught, cared and laughed with them while they were gone. Avery and I had fun, too. She mentioned how quiet it was several times. 

Emma's cabin(above)


Papa said…
The Jersey Girl tells it like it was....

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