The Happy Camper
a story about the first day of camp.
It seems odd to write this in August but today was her first day of summer camp.
From May 15th until the came home this weekend she was experiencing winter in Argentina.
She was of course up and ready to start her day earlier than I would have liked and had her lunch bag ready to be filled with a sandwich.
Lunch box filled, we left for camp and when she arrived she was greeted as if she was royalty. We tried to get a photo of her but she had found friends and was gone.
When I arrived to pick her up it looked like the camp had swallowed her up and spit her back out as she was covered in mud. Covered.
After a long wait and a rainy greeting on the first day back she finally got her first taste of summer and by the count of the rings on the bathtub it was a pretty good day.