I’m 2 weeks away from my big trip where I take my group of kids camping in Wisconsin. I’m excited but also in an I-can’t-believe-that-this-is-really-happening mode. We’ve moved from 2 years away to 2 months away to 2 weeks away from the trip and as the plans are winding down, I realize how much more I still have to do and how much more money we need.
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If you’ve ever taken kids out on a trip, you know it’s expensive because things you would forego for yourself, you can’t always deny children.
So this weekend was a lot of planning and discussing the details of the trip. On Saturday after church, I met up with some of the group and they are getting as excited as I am. They brought their uniforms to be checked for the last time before they turn them in to be transported.
Sunday morning was another planning meeting while the kids got trained in some of the marching requirements for the camp.
I ate a delicious vegetarian plate at church with some vegetarian meats that I would probably never cook myself but that was a great treat. At Sunday’s meeting, I had breakfast carb-overload with the cupcakes and croissants. But for dinner, I experimented with some exciting color blocked plates:
And then there was some extremely sad news. A lady from church, a sister, who’s been sick for a few months, died on Friday. My entire church experience on Saturday was clouded by thoughts of her. I was serving on the program so I was sitting on the platform and every time it looked over to where she would have been sitting if she was still alive and well, I started crying. She was such an active part of one of the committees I serve on that it’s unbelievable to enter those rooms and not expect to hear her voice or see something that reminds me of her. I’ve been crying inside since I heard the news because she was so young, unmarried, not a mother and I cried because as wonderful as she was, I believe at some point she will be forgotten. Someone else will take up her post at the church and her job, her immediate family will pass on too and there will be no sons or daughters to keep her memory alive. And I guess that’s why eventually I started crying for myself too because that’s what I am afraid will happen if I don’t have my own children too. And maybe that’s why I cling to my youth group so much, because until I have a family of my own, my kids at church are my children. I have a niece in Jamaica who I hear about and see pictures of but who I haven’t seen in so many years. I miss her. I miss my family!
So that was my weekend. Planning a great trip for the children that share my life and thinking about the other children I hope will share my life someday.
To end this on a more positive note, I ran twice this weekend – 2 Miles on Friday and 3 Miles on Sunday where I snapped this picture of a guy doing some of my favorite things:
Lying on the grass in Central Park, with his bike next to him, reading a book. Perfect summer evening.
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Hope you had a great weekend.