Five kids loaded up bright and early last Saturday morning and headed west to the Black Hills for church camp. It’s a new camp for all of them, since we joined a different church here than the one my parents had attended previously. Tonight they pulled back into the driveway, battle weary, slightly sunburned, and with a couple swollen ankles. They have so many stories, list of photos, and a collection of new phone numbers and email addresses from friends they’ve made this week. Im so thankful.
And tired. That was a long week of just littles and one full time+ employed adult daughter who isn’t usually home to help. We cooked a lot less food, did a lot fewer dishes and laundry, but it was all mostly on me. I’m tired.
Thank the LORD for a safe trip.. Maybe you can get at least a little break now that they have returned.