Due to plane delays, I was the last of my group to arrive. I picked up the rental car and made my way to the hotel restaurant where the first four were waiting for me; one I had met and the others I only knew through the interwebs.
My heart did a nervous jig like it would have on the first day of summer camp. I knew I’d be fine, but the anticipation and excitement gave me some antsy pants.
My eyes scoured the bar and I found them, the first instinct I had was to yell and wave both arms in the air. I’m certain other patrons thought I was a total moron or that I was having a seizure. But we raced together and hugged and then I knew…this would be an amazing weekend.
I’ve been thinking of this weekend as Blog Camp for some time, though it wasn’t anything official like that. No, a group of friends decided to come together from all over the continent to learn and laugh and love and linger. In my mind, it had all the elements of my childhood summer camp and my anticipation was equally as great.
There was a counselor who kept us on time and encouraged. She made sure everyone had everything they needed and facilitated “sessions” where we learned invaluable information.
There were quiet/shy girls and belly laughers and goof-offs (myself included).
There were fearless types who jumped into the lake fully clothed.
There were tough talks and tough love.
There were inadvertent moonings (okay, that was me).
There were bear hugs.
And at the end of it all, there were tears that wouldn’t seem to quit.
This weekend was an incredible joy…and I was honored to be among each of the amazing women there. They are mine and I am theirs. And just as I felt when I left my summer camp friends as a child, I can’t flipping wait to be with them again next year!