It’s been a good couple of days wrapping up with the camp things. Most of the counselors have left for the summer though there still are a few stragglers remaining for a day a two. It’s always bittersweet closing out with a camp season because it marks again the continued passing of time with another experience lost, never to be lived again. Just like as a mom you get better at moving through the seasons, or at least recognizing the transient nature of them, the same thing happens as a camp wife.

The past couple of weeks seem to have finally caught up with me. There wasn’t time to rest before, or I chose not to for whatever reason. Laura’s mom came out yesterday to spend some time again at the lake. She likes it and it’s something that doesn’t hurt her knee. She and her husband donated a second paddleboard to camp so now we have two to use when people come over. Laura’s bike ride across the entire state of Iowa went well. They start the ride at the Missouri River and then finish at the Mississippi.

Earlier I’d started whining with eyes scanning desperately across the calendar. Where’s the vacation? None of it seemed like enough and there was too much work in adulthood and death truly was a sweet relief from this life. But then I said, “Listen, I really just need you to give me a hug, tell me it’s going to be okay, and give me permission to lay down for a while.” He was readying food for lunch when the girls and I got home from the store. I told him thanks and that someday I wanted to take care of him too.