Friday, July 25, 2008

My house is quiet. Again. But, for a whole week it was mass chaos, endless giggles, night time snuggles, library books to read, serious talks, movies to watch, color books and colors, paints that left precious marks on my dining table. It was sleeping in the middle of the "worlds" biggest bed on the floor. It was teeth not brushed and hair in tangles. It was wet towels and floaties. It was popsicles for breakfast. It was the exclamation after supper one night, "Another great one Neena." It was pretend time and it was days with no schedules. No clocks. No where to be except where I was. No where I would have rather been. And I pray that no amount of time can steal these memories from me.

3 comments:

Aggiema (Michelle) said...

I want to come to Camp Neena's soooooooooooo bad!!!!!! Where do I sign up? Sounds like a wonderful time was had by all!

Snapshot said...

So seriously, when are you going to do a Camp Neena for us grown up girls. Sign me up!

Hollie Reese said...

I could really use a camp neena...am I too old?