We got home from Camp late Saturday afternoon and it was all done for the year. I cried during Mass, heck I cried all week...not really crying, but tears welling up in my eyes occasionally dropping onto my cheeks. We were busy...not getting home till late and too tired to share on here as I suspected I might be, but I'll try my best to share now...
It was the best week, it always is...except every year just gets better and better. I don't know where to start talking about it. So many stories, so many gloriously lovable personalities. We took 363 photos...My mom checking campers in for the week, Campers armed with glue sticks, Mac having fun, the Dodger Game (where apparently we were fans of the day according to their website), the dance, friends, campers showing off their books, just their faces...their beautiful, unique, can't get enough of them faces.
We served hundreds of meals and washed hundreds upon hundreds of dishes, we sang songs, we danced around the classroom because everyone should scrapbook to "Brick House" and "Whoomp There It Is". We scrubbed glue-stick off of tables every afternoon. We ran six red lights while trying to follow the four buses on their way to L.A. for the game. We got both the seating sections next to us involved in cheers..."We love the Dodgers, yes we do!!! We love the Dodgers, how about you?...I hugged and hugged and hugged...I just so often touched their shoulders as I walked around the classroom, either checking on how they decorated with superhero stickers or with a little trash can cleaning up scraps. I helped a camper get his fingers out of the decorative scissors they were firmly stuck in...thankfully that little emergency had never happen before in the nine years I've run the class. I've known so many of these amazing individuals for years...a dozen in some cases...I know their families...how much they love to dance...that they can be stubborn and manipulative when they want to...who likes noise and who doesn't...that they just love so much...that Camp is their magic week...and it's ours too.
I laughed and laughed...smiled and smiled...I was just truly there soaking in all their happiness and reveling in the fact that God is good...afterall, he gave us Camp.
I wish I could tell you everything...share every story...tell you about every camper.
(Since that would take ten years to type out I'll just share this for now...CAMP...sorry all the verticle photos are sideways)