We had ten glorious days to ourselves for the first time in three years to let that baggage go. It's now burned.
We enjoyed a series of dates and just being together in general. We reveled a little in the freedom of being out late, sleeping in a tad more, and for dorky me, over working a little. (Old habits die hard...)
Best of all, as the time drew to a close I didn't find myself dreading losing the freedom. In fact, I was elated to feel happy Rose was coming home. So much so, my jeep tires squealed with excitement as I pulled into the Y parking lot a little too quickly to retrieve her.
The best news...she had a GREAT time and wants to go back. She spent an hour telling me everything about canoeing, the girls, the counselors, the bugs...and she's usually kinda reserved about seeing too into anything. Lord forbid...
Even better, she was excited to be home and doesn't seem overly grumpy or exhausted. No excessive arguing, just a simply charming, very tan kiddo. And the post camp photos say it better that I can write it.
The big haul
Reuniting with Moxie
Reuniting with Apollo
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