Camping...

The campfire story was a little scary for my taste, but the smores definitely were compensation - and a new concept for all the little kids who were roasting marshmallows.  I don't remember a time when I didn't know what a smore was.  They concentrate intently on the composition and consumption, and overall, the concensus is that 'It's good!"  As we trek back to the camp, I grab one of the little girls and run her across the field to the tents.  She squeals at the toad I find jumping around in the grass. 11:30 finds me huddled in a pup-tent in a school sports field with my little students.  We're still playing cards...curfew was an hour and a half ago, but they don't want to go to sleep.  "It's the last night of camp," one girl told me..."we want to have fun!" So we keep playing and color check our UNO cards with my cell phone light every few seconds.  We finally go to sleep when the other tent protests at all the noise we are making.  I blame my co-teacher Jo for starting the sleeping bag war! :D When we wake up the next morning, we all take turn laughing at each others hair, and then roll up our blankets to go brush our teeth.  After the final performances, we walk the kids back to their bus.  It's been four days since camp started and we've been together 24/7.  I was there to pick them up at the train station and I waved good-bye as their bus drove away.  I've made grilled PB-and-J and pizza with all of them, and played 'Heart Attack' more times than I can count.  

Psalm 4:7a says "Thou hast put gladness in my heart..." I think that I got an extra helping of happiness this week and the best part is...we have a whole other camp starting tomorrow...as my students would say: "Sweet dream!"