One was anxious. One was excited. Mom was both.
It’s been three summers since we’ve been able to attend an overnight camp. Three summers since we’ve attended any structured camp, period.
The oldest jumped out of the car, grabbed his own bags and was ready to go. He gave me the obligatory hug and practically skipped toward his cabin. My youngest, who was experiencing overnight camp for the first time, was slightly more hesitant. I signed him in, held him as tight as I could and told him…
