Friday night we attended the grand finale of Cowboy Camp at Grammy and Grandad's house. We got to enjoy lots of fun songs, skits, awards and even the reciting of Psalm 16 by the entire group—what an amazing accomplishment!
This is a picture of Nicholas with Grammy and Grandad when we were dropping off the other kids. It very accurately depicts his feelings about the "you have to be 6" rule to stay . . . so sad!
It also happened to be my birthday, so we finished the evening with cake, gifts and the like.
We ended the fun of the weekend by playing putt-putt . . . which in actuality it was way too hot to be playing putt-putt, so we ended it a little early to once again bask in the wonder of air conditioning.
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Special Note to anyone who notices:
I wrote this on June 6 but just realized I hadn't published it today (June 29th). Life got crazy for the next two weeks as we took in a little guy de-toxing from cocaine . . . my apologies.
2 comments:
that grandparent's camp thing is amazing. they are top notch! their grandkids will never forget the time, love, and friendship they gave!
What a great camp they put on!!! So glad your kids will have such great memories of them. I love that you are blogging again!
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