Posted by Danny
The arguing began over the I touch as we drove out of the Camp Seafarer gate. It was music to my ears!
Today I picked DJ and Stephanie up from Camp. DJ’s been there for four weeks, Stephanie for two. Michelle and I have had a lot of one-on-one daddy/daughter time and I think I wasn’t the only one ready for the return of the sibling duo. She desperately wanted to share what she’d been up to for the past four weeks without them.
We stopped at Chic-Fil-A for lunch in New Bern.
Michelle: “I want a three-piece nugget with fries.”
Stephanie: “I want the same thing.”
Me: “Are you sure you guys can eat all of that? I don’t want to buy it if you aren’t going to eat it.”
In unison: “Yes dad,” a little annoyed that I asked.
Sixteen minutes later –
Michelle: “Dad, you can have the rest.” There were three lone nuggets still in the box.
Stephanie: “I’m done too.” Another three staring me in the face.
Usually I’d give them a speech about waste paired with how money doesn’t grow on trees followed by a big I told you so…
Not today! A fast food tray with half eaten fare could only mean one thing: THEY’RE BACK!
We have Mt. Kilimanjaro of laundry in the basement. I’m on load four. There are many, many more to go. I may, not sure, finish before it’s time to pack next July. But you know what? I’m loving folding each little pair of Target undies and I’m exhilarated by my search for the matching socks!
Last night DJ and I were up until 1 a.m. I was working diligently to figure out if she’d met “Johnny Sea Gull” at one of the camp dances. She wouldn’t divulge, but we sure did laugh a lot as I guessed potential names of her imaginary suitors.
Sending all three to resident camp is a big step for me, that was Lisa’s job. But they grew a ton during their time away – both physically and in maturity.
Maybe I did too.