This weekend Sammy and Tyler went to a youth retreat at Camp Kawartha. Whiteout is what it was called.
I picked them up this afternoon, exhausted and yet exhilarated. I hope that this weekend was a blessing to them. I hope that their spirit was fed and soul rejuvenated.
We missed them. It was good to knew that they had a great time.
As I picked them up, and saw the youth leaders exhausted faces, I am appreciative of their commitment and dedication.
I remember the youth retreats and camp outs. I remember feeling God’s spirit. I remember that I was on fire and felt God’s presence.
It was a great part of growing up.
I am so glad that this is part of the boys memories.
As I watched them walk to the van, I wondered if Sammy and Tyler will cherish their relationship with each other? I wondered what the next few years will bring.
I am overwhelmed that my baby is going to be in high school this September. I am struggling with the fact that my son that cried every day for 6 weeks… in JK is going to be in 8th grade.
I am feeling pride as I watched them, feeling nostalgic as I watch them sit still from exhaustion and given in to the sleep that was not too important the last nights.
They are now youth. They have lives of their own that I only get to peek into. Yet I am so glad for those peeks.