Just came back from girls' camp where I played camp leader to 60 girls. Jody was there for her first time. I tried not to hover too much, backing off my instinctive older sister slash mother hen role. I cried when she stood up, so confident and strong, sharing her beliefs with the others in front of the glowing camp fire and underneath the sheet of stars. After I had done the same, she reached back, hand seeking mine in the dark, as a show of support, love, and strength. I think that was the first time we've held hands in a long time.
I went through old files on my hard drive today and was amazed at how much she had grown. Her spirit that shined through each photo hadn't changed a bit though.
(Cody was super cute too. And according to the late night girls' camp gossip, he still is.)
When they were angels
When they were Indians
Those curls kill me
And that smile has killed many mothers at the park.
1 comment:
OH they have grown so much! Those pictures almost made me cry. So cute!
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