-Listening to one of our campers play and sing a song she wrote on her ukelele, about how much she loves camp.
-Watching one of our little 6-year-olds silently cry. And when I said, “I’m feeling really sad about camp ending. Are you?” he heavily sighed, wiped his eye, and said, “Yeah, I am.”
-Watching another one of our little 6-year-olds say goodbye to our therapy dog. He knelt down, and whispered in Cadet’s ear, “Bye, Cadet. It’s my last day of camp.” He then told us, “Cadet is so sad it’s the end of camp. Cadet wishes he could come back every day. Cadet is going to miss camp.”
-A thirteen-year-old camper saying, “I don’t want to go to school. I wish camp could be forever.”
-Four nine- through thirteen-year-olds making a conga line in the water during free swim
-Taking one last picture of our backyard this morning, and one last picture of the lake yesterday afternoon.
-The idea that yet another summer is done, in the blink of an eye
