Month: August 2013

Dancing to the blessing at lunch.  

(Did we need any more reasons to love Laurel camp?) 

As we were packing up to go home, I realized that I didn’t take the time to get a photo with my lifelong friend, Victoria. (She’s doing a 365 in paragraphs here.)  I handed the camera to Savanna to get a picture of us together.  I wish I could find a photo of us at Laurel camp when we were girls.  I’m sure there’s one out there.  

It might look a little like this one of our girls on the last day of camp.  

We brought Augusta’s ride on bike (she calls it Ding) to camp.  There are little paths all over and I knew she’d enjoy riding all over.  I didn’t expect how the other kids at camp would love covering it in sidewalk chalk.  It was colorful all week long. 

In the background of this photo is the last night of camp’s evening circle.  We sang goodbye to each other for until next year.

Packing to go anywhere with my kids is almost enough to keep me home all the time.  Packing everyone up to go to camp requires extra effort – sleeping bags, towels, lots of changes of clothes, rain gear, and flashlights (oops, we forgot those this year).

But once were there, we’re more there  than we are at home.  And moments like this are a dime a dozen.

(This is my friend who I came to camp with as a kid.  Now were are at camp with our kids.) 

I went away from home for a week. I was at a camp I started going to when I was eight. I will write more about camp tomorrow but tonight I will say something about doing a 365 Project and falling behind.

It’s hard to come home with hundreds of photos from an experience I loved and keep going with a daily photo.I’m overwhelmed looking at all the photos, missing the people in the photos, seeing how sweet it was and think – which photo do I choose? Which one is the photo from that day. There are too many.  Which do I choose? I can post more but then I need to edit them first.  That will take too long.  One. Just choose one.

Meanwhile, I need to remember to take a photo for the day I am presently living at home.  Should it be of all the laundry from camp? Of the mopey, tired kids? Or just our trip to the library that we go on every Monday?

When I did a year of photos three years ago, it was the times that I was “behind” that were the hardest for me.   

Tonight. One photo from Monday of camp last week. A quiet moment of my friend, Tiffany, and her little girl.  My favorite kind of time: comfortable and quiet.