When I was a Goose Dancer...

Holy cow, it's halfway through July already! Okay, maybe not halfway, but I swear time flies by faster and faster all the time. Camp was...amazing. As always. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than at Morrow for the week, hanging with my girlies, soaking up the sun, sliding in the goose grease, attempting my skills at disc golf, kicking Darrin's butt at carpet ball (sort of), sneaking out of the activity with my girls because it's 110 degrees outside and we're too exhausted to play. Ahhh, yes. It doesn't get better than that.

Here's a fun story about that week for you. As this was the longest Isaac and I were going to be apart since we got married, Isaac had planned a bunch of boy stuff to do to keep himself occupied (since he was going to miss me ever so much). Apparently he had an entire week of festivities lined up, so you can imagine his slight frustration when all his plans came to a screeching halt on Sunday afternoon, a mere two days after I had left, because he nearly broke his ankle playing ultimate frisbee. Now, if you know Isaac pretty well, then you know that 1. He never gets hurt. Ever. He could be doing the craziest things with a group of people and every single one of them could get hurt, but he'd be fine. Seriously. And 2. He hates going to the doctor and would self medicate till the day he died in order to avoid having to go. Ha! I finally got to call him on Thursday morning (which was the first I'd heard of any of this because I didn't have a cell phone with me) and found out that he had indeed gone to the doctor because his foot was so bad he thought it was broken. He ended up on crutches, which is an adventure in and of itself as we live on the top floor of an old house with rather steep and narrow stairs, and on top of the stress and pain of his foot, I found out his work had been so busy that he'd been putting in 11 and 12 hour days all week long! Poor Isaac was so exhausted by the end of every day and his foot was so bad that he would just get off work, come home, crutch up the stairs, and go to bed for the night. And of all the weeks this could have happened, it all had to happen the one week I was eight hours away and couldn't be home to take care of him. Not exactly the fun-filled week he'd had planned. Good thing we at least have some good friends up here who stepped in to get him the essentials until I got home. And then, of course, once I got home the next weekend, he was loads better and not needing to be taken care of anymore :) Go figure.

Oh yes, also, I may or may not have been a part of the best act the Talent/No Talent night of camp has ever seen. My fellow Goose Dancers and I interpretive-danced to an emotionally stirring rendition of You Raise Me Up, and I tell you there was not one dry eye in the house. It was beautiful.

To Robin, Victoria, Indigo, Megan, Melanie, Savannah, Carina, Kimberly, and Kimmie...my loves, if you're reading this...I miss you all and had an amazing week with you!