Some things are bittersweet. Like getting to see all of your favorite cousins at a funeral, sending your firstborn to school, and the last day of summer camp. The last day of summer camp has come and gone and its passing always sends an ache clean to my bones. And yet we would never survive the intensity of summer camp all year round.
The Hunky Hubby and I can’t get away for a date during June, July, or August. The tension yanks at the bindings of your heart as you give all that is within you and then drop to your knees and beg for more. And sometimes the counselors steal your shoes and toss them onto the roof of the lodge.
But it is so sad to see it go. One is truly alive during camp. Serving with an undivided spirit, living as you were created to live, pouring yourselves out as a drink offering for others. It is truly glorious. Draining, but glorious. And now it has come to an end. Fall approaches with its buses and lessons. I will finally get to see my husband, maybe even go on a date. And strangely it is difficult not to get a little blue and weepy for we have given so much, and so much has been given in return. Bitter, beautiful, and terribly sweet.