Eighty kids. A seven-hour car ride.
The first night I wondered if this was church camp or a hair salon...
But then the games began...(so glad Neal-14 won't drown, now that he's got his Gator Life Preserver).
Complete with lots of mud.
Yes, that's me with the pink hair on Soaker Patrol (I tend to make poor decisions when I've had a lack of sleep, but MAN that was fun!). Ruthie-5 was our Super Soaker Girl.
By the end of the week, nobody cared much about their hair. Or their suitcases, apparently.
We did have to draw the line when it came to hygiene, however.
The big kids were so sweet with the little kids.
We got closer to each other, and we each heard from God in a special way (more on how God cut me to the quick later this week - wasn't this supposed to be a KIDS camp? What's up with that?).
I'm back, buried in laundry. I just sent my middle two to ANOTHER (girls) church camp this morning! I am exhausted, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I lived in fear of the teen years for so long - who would have told me that this time could be so breathtakingly thrilling? I LOVE motherhood, I love my kids. I love getting to know their friends and watching them grow into young men and women.
It just doesn't get much better than this.