Today marks the last day of week 3 in Hartland, Michigan. This week I had the babies. No, not infants. But in Day Camp world the babies means the youngest age group, the 5 and 6 year olds. They are a handful, but never short of adorableness. The week was filled with squeals from me (and some jokingly disappointed looks from my lead, Phil) as I drowned in puddles of cuteness. One boy, Drew, who is in the picture above became my best friend. He cried when he was brought down from the rock wall, saying that it was terrifying and he was scared that he would have a bad dream. We prayed together against the nightmares and he looked up at me, smiled, and insisted that we hold hands on the way to our next activity. Soon we were holding hands every where and I was overdosing on the adorableness of the situation, but it didn't stop there. Two of my campers, Carlos and Rylie started to show signs of having what a 5 year old might call a "crush" on one another. They ate lunch together and Carlos insisted that they hold hands when they were walking. And finally, one of the most adorable moments of all was when we were all going around praying and each kid said what they were thankful for. Many of the kids said things like: "Thank you for my family." and "Thanks for letting us come to camp." They were all typical 5 year old answers, but it got around to one boy and he thought a little about it and said:
"Thank you God for giving us grace."
I love my life.
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