Tuesday, July 28, 2015

 

Why I love Cousin Camp

Well, it is over and we survived.  We had our 5 grands last week for cousin camp:  Anna, Jake, Avery, Andrew, and Austin.  Almost 5 to almost 10.  2 going into 4th grade, 1 into 3rd, 1 into 2nd, and one into last year of Pre-K.

Here are just a few reasons I love it and why all grandparents should do it.

It is an absolute labor of love for Marsha.  She is amazing at what she does, organizes, and prepares.

The cousins really get close and bond.  I think that will pay off in the future.  Family matters.

Interesting to hear that Andrew evidently fell out of his tent one night, Jake just picked him up and put him back in.  We never knew.

Dogs loved getting in and going from tent to tent for treats and petting.

Anna and Avery are getting way to grown up.

Watching the five of them ride horses makes me realize they are going to be better at a lot of things than I ever was.

Fun to hear the others tell lifeguards that yes Austin can jump off the diving board and swim.  And he did.

Watching them spend tickets at the Pizza places is brutal.  Hearing them bargain with the workers is hysterical.

Glad to hear both sets of kids had date nights during the Camp.  Hope Mimi and Pops get one next.

Devos are the best.  Hearing them all recite their memory verse. Having us all pray in a circle and realizing that every one of them is used to praying.

Love hearing them talk about what they saw the others doing that showed Jesus.

Had to wipe away tears when I looked over at church and saw them singing their hearts out.

Only two notes for next year:  remember that the boys (and the girls) are in better shape and are better athletes than Pops is.

And never schedule Cousin's Camp to end on the same day VBS starts.  We are too old for that.

So thanks God for a great week of watching my grands growing in their love for you.  So happy their parents have given them each over to You.  My heart is full.  

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