In a couple hours I’ll be driving a couple of our teens and myself to SBC for Senior Teen Winter Retreat. I’ve not been a “counselor” since 2005 so that’s weirding me out a little. I’m not sure if I’m going to have more than just my girls in my “cabin.” I love being out there. I hate when Kevin can’t be there with me. It just doesn’t feel right. I know it’ll be a great time for probably more reasons that I can count. It always works that way. I hate that I’m going to be gone from him all weekend…”our” time together. I hope the weather cooperates. I wonder if I’ll get to use my ice skates? Will it be warm enough Saturday morning to head out for a run (now that my muscles are no longer screaming after their most reason running experience). I’m weird. Why do I still get butterflies like this? I’m a grown up aren’t I? I’m also a worry wort though. Why in the world am I confessing all this? *sigh*
The One before Camp
You just wait. In 3 days or so I’ll come back with a beaming report of our time at the retreat. Just you wait.
I know you will!! I think we’re still adjusting to being grown up – its hard and it sucks sometimes. We’ve spent the last 20+ years not being grown up so our experience at the real thing is little….. Thats my thots.