After a few heavy blogs, I thought you would enjoy a light and happy one. In it, I will share two letters that we received today. The first is from a first-time camper from Beijing. She is 9 years-old and was truly intimidated when she arrived at camp. Jet-lagged and culturally confused, she wondered what she had agreed to.
Like anyone else, sometimes we make mistakes. We believe that part of being a Champion is being willing to admit to your mistakes.
[Note: this is the second blog I have written about the pending departure of 3 of our 4 children to college. OK, I get that I should be writing about camp, but with just 1 week before we send the first one off, I felt like a had a little more to say. Please know that when I am not writing, I am completely focused on camp!!]
One of the few distinct memories of my maternal grandparents home was a framed letter.
One of the oldest traditions at Camp Champions is our Trojan-Spartan games.
It is raining now. [Note: it is actually hard to show rain using a picture, so please forgive this weak photographic effort.]
Last night, the graduates of the Senior Camper program joined us in one of my favorite evenings of the summer.
As we savor the last weeks of summer, my mind turns to a major change to our lives. This fall, three of our four children will head to college.
Yesterday, we invited all our first-time campers who arrived on Sunday to our home for milk, cookies and questions.
