Camp

Every summer my daughter leaves the state to attend camp for four weeks. Though her absence is intensely felt in our little family, I relish the opportunity to communicate with her through letters only.  I find that I communicate things that I would never bring up verbally with her.  I also know she is going to be in a distraction-free environment to reflect on what I’m trying to say. The most rewarding part of this experience for me is when I show up to get her.   The confident, rested, and glowing young girl who spent the previous month pushing herself personally and mentally is a favorite version of a person I adore.
On the banks of the Guadalupe, Hunt, Texas

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