Things I Miss about Summer Camp

-the smell of the dining room, especially at breakfast, ESPECIALLY when croissants have been made
-when the kids sing the song about the creepy butcher who cuts up pets for his sausages
-the sound of the waves as I am falling asleep
-admiring a fire at least once a week
-misty mornings on the stretch of road I run
-seeing sailboats on the lake
-when kids really commit to the lip sync competition
-wearing trashy running shorts 24/7
-being in the buzzing kitchen after hours
-the green rocking chairs on the deck
-teaching Sunday School
-one piece of mail feeling like a huge gulp of air
-names of campers past written with Sharpies on the walls
-Sunday morning donuts
-singing as the sun sets
-remembering all the wonderful women who stood where I stood, prayed where I prayed
-remembering years of Alice past, and all the wonderful girls who stood with me, laughed where I laughed

On on your lovely woody banks, we dream beneath the shade
and offer up again our thanks. Your memories ne'er will fade.


Summer 2010, Traverse City