The Next Two Weeks: Sunday & Monday

So, i've been really bad about updating this blog. And this is by no means an apology. I have tried to sit down severaly times in the past month and write something... But the words came, and came, and came. and I couldn't type fast enough.

We have two days left. TWO. I have no idea where time has gone, but i know for sure I am by no means ready to leave.

These next two weeks. and especially tomorrow and wednesday are going to be super rough. I have given my entire life to 54 kids. And, it's all over in two days. Luckily, i get to spend a really camping trip with 8 5th-7th grade girls starting Sunday and ending on Friday afternoon. But, I know that time will fly too. The truth is: I don't want to leave. I don't want my kids to go back to school. I don't want to worry about ever getting to see them again. I don't want to lose them.

So, as part of my two weeks of total emotional inconsistency, I will be totally vulnerable and tell you the hardest part of each day. Starting with yesterday:

Sunday, July 25: We had to tell the Trinity UMC congregation "good-bye". These are the folks that fed us meals, gave us a home, let us into their lives, encouraged us, inspired us.

Monday, July 26: Thomas, one of my favorite campers from the beggining who I thought I would NEVER see again because his mom had decided she wanted custody, came in the doors today. I was suppose to be leading Harabee, and Katie Lee called me back to the check in. When i got there and only saw his head, I started crying. mostly tears of joy. I gave him the biggest hug ever. He didn't even notice the tears, but was really excited about showing me his new glasses.
Also, I am trying to tell the kids that we only have a few days left, hoping it won't be as emotional that way.... So, this morning when giving one of the girls a hug, I said, "I can't believe this is our last week..." and she replied, " I don't want this to be our last week." It was so sad. She doesn't always do what she's told but for some God only knows reason, she listens to what we say. She knows the ends coming, and apparently something we've said throughout this summer has mattered to her. And, I wish she knew that I too, don't want this to be our last week.