Summer is over....

I love summer.

It is and always has been my favorite season. Besides the great weather and the fact that I'm always cold, so 85 degrees is perfect for me, I love the family time that happens in the summer.

Growing up, summer was spent as close to heaven as I think I'll ever get. Camp Dennen. The summer started with Becky and I heading down with Dad on the last day of school (in the afternoon or the next morning) while mom stayed home for a few days and thoroughly cleaned the house. (What I wouldn't give to have two or three days alone in my house to completely clean and purge a ton of stuff in the house! Smart mom we have!)

We were at camp 24/7 for the next three months, which sometimes felt like years and other times felt like a few short weeks! The 4th of July was a serious holiday there! Field games, water games, cookouts, and fireworks for which we planned and prepared for weeks! Amber and I would practice the three legged race for weeks before we actually had to compete!! the outside leg was "1" and the inside leg was "2"... together we'd sing as we ran, "1,2,1,2,1,2" ....

It was at Camp where I learned that "only boring people get bored" and discovered new things to do on a daily basis.

It was at camp where I learned that you could make a fort in the woods and play house for hours! And that blueberries are so good right off the bushes.

It was at Camp where I learned that if you sang, "Wind, Wind blow on me" God would make the wind pick up and your sailboat ride would be so much better!

It was at Camp where I found my best friend. And later met my husband. My first boat ride, swimming lessons, sunburn, and so many more firsts happened at Camp.

My favorite job was as a lifeguard at Camp. I think I did that for three years and loved every day of it!

I hate that the diocese made the selfish decision to close and sell that campground. As much as there were times I cursed how much my parents gave up for that place, I miss it so much. That Camp took a lot from us; yet gave us so much. My parents put their blood, sweat and many tears into that place... and the diocese did what with it? Sold it... for what? We still haven't figured that out yet.

Anyways, summer still gives me a great feeling. This summer was fantastic. We spent a ton of time with my parents (about three weekends straight!) and went to Tennessee and spent a week and a half with our best friends. We had cookouts, playground dates, camping trips, and many beach days. I hope I can enjoy every summer as much as I did this summer.