Well, it's no secret. I love this place.
I love the people; I love the setting.
When I was eight years old, I remember walking on the trails when I first arrived thinking, "This place is so beautiful. I just can't believe it." Please note: This is coming from a girl who lived in the Northern Maine woods, so I am no shy guy to beauty. If you can picture towering trees, cabins on a crystal clear lake, and trails everywhere, you have an inkling of my awe.
Fast forward a couple days later, and I was terribly homesick. The next year my mom started coming to camp as a volunteer, and we found our way to this music/theatre week. That was 25 summers ago, and here we are. It was such a delight to spend the week with dear friends we have known for all those years, including the mom of this little one.
I credit my love of good music to this camp. Here are a few lullabies Chip and Rian would sing to us: Blackbird, Sweet Baby James, Rocky Raccoon, Teach Your Children, Helplessly Hoping... This year college-bound Chipper sang us Forever Young, and I couldn't help but think about how excited we all were as teenagers when we found out Laurie was pregnant with him.
I should mention that Holden DID come with me, but he was playing hard at day camp during the day. So I had these cute little muses to keep me company, and they were inseparable. If they weren't together, they were asking about each other.
I could go on about who much I love this place, but I'd have to write a book. I'll save that for another day.
Happy Birthday, Grammy!
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay