Last weekend Stephen & I headed towards our old stomping grounds.
that's right - Hunt, Texas!
we played parents for the weekend to our dear friend, Jude.
He was at Camp Stewart for 2 weeks and his parents needed some assistance picking him up as they were getting back into town from their anniversary trip.
We JUMPED at the idea (not to mention the cash money we made is going towards our mission trip to Africa later this summer!)
The night before, we stayed with Stephen's cousin, Jim at his unbelievable house that he built with his own two hands in Kerrville - Casa Pobre. It has a beautiful beautiful view. We ate mexican food, and hung out on his porch until close to midnight talking family, photography, oil, missions, and more. It was so great to catch up with him.
Friday morning we headed to camp and it was so exciting. Just like the old days.
Picked him up, he ran to the car & gave me a big ole hug.
We met his counselors, took a picture of him on his bunk, took a pic with his counselor, chatted for a bit then were off. (totally felt like my mom - those are all the shots she would get of me at camp)
then it was lunch at the Hunt Store, another tradition.
the car ride home we sang every camp stewart (and some mystic) songs, told all the stories, talked about what he'd be doing if he were still at camp.
I remember the days well. The laid backness of camp, the friendships, the stories, the songs, the joy and enthusiasm. I can't wait for my kids to go to camp, and I can't wait for MY camp to be here in my arms. The grandparents are even dreaming of the day they help pick up our kiddos from camp. The tradition lives on. Love you Jude!