You guys, she doesn’t get to come back this year.
It will be my first Royal Family Camp experience without that curly mop of hair.
I may feel a bit lost.
But there will be 100 other faces for Abby to kiss this August. She’s getting in her lazy-dog-days-of-summer now as she gears up to be the therapy-dog for camp week, a role she was born to play. I mean, really, she looks great in a tutu and pearls, amiright!?
So we will be back. Again and again, listening and watching for the next part of the Story (mine, theirs, and His) to unfold.
We’d love your help – our group is raising funds to make sure that kids can come at zero cost to them or their caretakers. Here’s the link …
Hugs and cheers and many thanks!
Last year, I got to share a story on the ROCKHARBOR blog based on my time at Royal Family Kids Camp that summer. Other true stories from this same camp have become a movie: CAMP (easy to remember). This week, I’m making a shameless plug to GO SEE THIS MOVIE, and I’m reposting “She Came Back” to show you a little bit of why I, too, come back each year.
She Came Back
Sharing someone else’s story is hard. So I won’t share her story. I will share mine, and where it intersected with hers. It was only for five days, and only for moments at a time. So you see, I don’t really even know enough to share her full story.
I first saw her name when I wrote it on her bunk bed’s sign. I first saw her face when she peeked out from her…
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