It was a hot, sweaty, slow motion day, but the Moms arrived on time to pick up their Mini-me's from summer camp. I gathered from all the buzzing excitement and long goodbye hugs that they had a wonderful week at camp. It had all the essentials: swimming, horsemanship, and cabin-mate drama. Clare, not surprisingly, got the Best Swimmer award.
Here Izzy gives mom a squeeze. The girls really liked their counselor and their cabin-mates, most of whom were already friends. One of the newcomer, non-friend cabin-mates (who was apparently the most difficult to get along with) asked Jesus into her heart. Oh good. That's what we hope and pray for at Christian summer camp. (Also that it sticks on the bumpy road of adolescence coming just around the bend.)
Big smiles on Ashley and Natalie's faces. They all really liked the food. And there was some random talk about the Anti-Christ. They came back asking where it's found in the Bible, so Nana showed them. (I John for all you Bible scholars.) I never found out exactly how that topic was introduced, but apparently that's what some of the most interesting cabin chatter was about. Oh, that and the other counselor's cute boyfriend. I guess it's good that they are talking about the real issues and not just petting baby chicks!
Here they are. Best friends. The moms got a week of rest, and the girls got a week of serious fun that will hopefully have lifelong repercussions. Yep, some pretty happy faces.
Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.