One of the things I love about seeing Logan grow up is the consistency in our routines and how much he looks forward to things. Family Camp is definitely a highlight of our summer. And we love being able to look back and say "remember the year that ______happened." And then he associates these events with the excitement that builds in the anticipation of having more fun times. 

This year did not disappoint. I know that our times our numbered when we pack as many little ones as we can into our cabin and they all eat popcorn and watch movies. Logan won't think that's cool or fun someday.
And eventually, he will not spend his camp afternoons going down the water slide. It gives way to other activities that are more grown-up...like playing softball or dodgeball.
And he won't always cry when he falls down and look to run to me for comfort that you only get from mama.
The campfire will be a time to hold a girl's hand instead of running around with glow sticks being the best part of the night.
He won't fight to sleep in the same bed as his mommy and daddy.
Girl cousins and boy cousins will likely not be best friends in years down the road.
And eventually, Logan will start learning how to match his clothes and will not even think of wearing a rain hat.
But for now, I treasure these memories that summer camp gives to our family. And I know that when I'm 90 years old, recalling these dreadful summer camps that are either too hot or too wet, I will have only memories of happy times spent with my sweet boy. And thankful that we went through it all.





























