One of my favorite fisher(wo)men all week. She caught three before anyone else caught one. She's the fish whisperer.
This week was bittersweet for me. Springhill went to camp the same week we were at camp. Life certainly moves on. While part of my heart was praying for (and a little sad, if I'm honest) what we left behind, part of my heart was rejoicing for what is here now and what lies ahead. God is amazing like that. It just blesses my heart.
He found the snack bar the first day. He did not know I had set up an account for him. I saw him after a few hours at camp and told him about his account. This was our conversation:
Me: Hey buddy, did you know about the snack bar?
Jack: Yeah, I've already been. I got Gatorade.
Me: What else?
Jack: A Snickers bar.
Me: What else?
Jack: Some sour straws.
Me: How did you pay for it?
Jack: I just told them my name was Jack Shackelford.
Well okay. Again, I tried not to be his mom. It took everything inside of me not to question the decision to consume that much junk food. I walked away from that conversation repeating my mantra...I'm not his mom this week. I'm not his mom this week. I'm not his mom this week.
My favorite pirate...Each night the Bible study groups had to do some kind of task. This particular evening they all had to dress up and "preform" a song. Clayton wrote a song for his group, performed it and took first place. He was pretty excited. If you won first place you got to go first in line for dinner. Priorities people.
Laundry when I got home. I've started one load. I only have eight more to go. Seriously, I gagged when I opened their bags to empty it out. It was so gross. So gross.