The Bag boys returned from camp today! Yeeehaaaa!
Gosh it's been a long week and it felt soooo goooood to hold J's hand again.
The first thing both he and E said after getting in the car to start for home was, "Can we have real food tonight?"
E had a great time and we've heard non-stop play by play action of the staff's daily skits and escapades. He finished four merit badges (Go E!) and two partials. Most memorable event was the overnight campout in the handmade shelter for the Wilderness Survival badge. He discovered he is claustrophobic but persevered through the night.
Although camp is not vacation time for J, he enjoys the extended fellowship with the dads. Male bonding. It will take a few days to hear all the tidbits but so far he's revealed the cool Camp Winton t-shirt he snagged for a buck!
From my end of their return home:
It was difficult not to use in one shot the balance of my 2.5 million words I'd reserved for J's return. I'll try to ration them out but I fear the poor guy has his work cut out for him this week!
It was good to hug E! He grew up...again. Deeper voice, taller and looking out for the younger scouts coming behind him. Makes this mama proud.
What I learned this week while J was gone:
In this season of parenting - we NEED to make time for ourselves both as individuals and as a couple. Whew, didn't realize how close to the edge I was this week until my feet slipped from under me. God's grace cleaned up the scrapes but there is a better way.
No more masks. I've said/thought this before but again, while falling over the edge, the point was driven home. Life is between God and me. When others see me, I pray they will see a face tilted upward toward Jesus not a temporary covering up of circumstances.
And lastly, I am going to decorate our bedroom. Currently it looks like the furniture section of Office Depot. So not the oasis we need. Gotta save a little but will start developing the vision.
