I’m really big on the summer mems. Summer is a period of time in which the best memories are made; it’s when change is the easiest to welcome and I’ve always found that I learn the most about myself during these three months. Now that it’s finally June (aka, my favorite month of the year!!), I’m thinking about …
I want to know about homesickness. I want to know that my handwriting reminds me of my mother. I want to know that chocolate reminds me of Sunday mornings. I want to know if there will ever be a day when I don’t miss home. I want to know that the answer will always be no.
In my last post, I wrote about my experience as a camp counselor. As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up going with my family to the same church camp every summer. Two years ago, I started writing a song about what camp meant to me and it wasn’t until I got my sister Mallory to help me that …
For as long as I can remember, portions of my summers have been spent out at the church camp my grandparents met at and my mom grew up going to. I hold countless precious memories from summers I’ve spent there with friends and family and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without those …