Exactly one week ago now.
The kids camp that will forever be one of the things I look most forward to about coming home.
I’m struggling to find the words to describe how I feel about it, and it’s usually not that hard for me. Not in writing, that is.
It’s just that good. And it keeps getting better.
Let’s just say that every year you kids make me seriously forget why on earth I would ever leave. You make it so dang hard.
And then, every year when I come back, you just leave me standing in awe and amazement of who you are. Of how much you all have grown. Of how well you love each other. Of how brave and authentic you are.
I’m so incredibly thankful that I get a front row seat on this one. That I just get to see you all bloom and unfold.
I’m pretty sure it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I feel so proud I could burst.
You are bright lights- all of you.
I see it in your eyes, in your love, in your smiles.
You are what this world longs to see so don’t ever hide who you are.