Time for my last year. Have I started packing? Of course not. Have I showered or shaved? Nope. Have I put gas in my car so I won't have to do it right after church? No way. Have I thought about this with great regularity for the past 7 years? Absolutely.
Sooner, as I'm sure I've already mentioned, is amazing. Some of my greatest memories happened at that camp. I made a list of them the other night just for kicks (or because I was insanely bored) and laughed hysterically for so long. One time I got hit in the face with a rock. Last year we convinced the first years to pan for gold in the lake. So many games of tug-of-war. Table wars. Social hour. Circle time. Praise time. The game. I've been in so many fights at that camp. But also experienced some of the most selfless, unconditional love at that camp. Tonight I'm kinda sad that this is my last time. But, at the same time, I am so incredibly excited that at this time tomorrow I will be sitting in a lawn chair fighting off bugs and sweating profusely. I. Can't. Wait. So it's time to pack. And plan every outfit. And buy things I won't need or use. And worry about who's going to ask who on Friday. And have the best week ever. One last time.