Six days ago, this was the scene at Glen Bernard Camp where Hil and I dropped Charlotte off for her first overnight camp experience. We’d been talking about the experience for over a year. We’d been the fall family weekends so she could get to know the place. The packing had been going on for weeks. And it was an emotionally charged experience. Hil spent some of the most formative summers of her life at this camp and it holds a sacred place in her heart. Would her daughter love it? Would it mean the same to Charlotte that it meant to Hil? Is this too much pressure to put on a 6 year old?
We’ll find out tomorrow, she’s coming home on the bus. Which is good news. I’m just starting to miss her.
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