summer camp

No one attended sports camps or dance camp, music seminars or even EFY this summer, but somehow there was always something to do.

As our unofficial camp director, Xander was almost always in the center of the action whether it was baking banana bread,

building Legos,

crafting flower fairies with Mary,

aren’t they gorgeous?

stair sledding,

hiking through wildflower fields,

and organizing Wednesday tennis dates with Grandpa Fritz.

Almost every day included a bike ride,

reading on the front porch

and writing fairy stories.

Ever the indulgent brothers, Hans and Stefan allowed Mary to play beauty parlor.

Turnabout is always fair play.

Now my children are hanging over my shoulder–“You left out Wasp Wars and the chickens, rafting the Provo River, hiking to the cave…”

I can only capture a little; we mourn that our days slipped by too quickly. Tonight they are lining up their backpacks, gathering school lunch supplies and reminding Erik that they need blessings before starting school tomorrow. I wish we’d had another week or two of summer but I’m invigorated by their enthusiasm for fresh pencils and new classes. It’s time for me to finish all the tasks I’ve neglected; dot my i’s and cross my t’s.

And ever, always, every day at home is sweet.