Hello Mudda.... Oh, Brudda!
This past month my children have had the amazing privilege of going to the camp I attended in my youth. I was fortunate enough to attend a Christian school and youth group throughout the year but Camp Y.E.S. was the highlight of my summers. My children look doubly forward to it being that we live a fair distance from other church youth and they don't get to see them on a regular basis. This year, Hubby and I decided the kids shouldn't get to have all the fun. We wanted to go too! The 7-9 week "just happened" to fall on the last week of Hubby's holidays so we filled out our volunteer registration forms and prepared to be counsellors to our 3 youngest campers and a myriad of their new friends. The week began on a bit of a bumpy note. As my girl and I sat in the main meeting place, aptly named "The Dome" for its spherically shaped roof, I noticed a look in her eyes. It wasn't "fear" necessarily but uncertainty. She caught my quizzica...