Drew was the one who picked Rachel up from camp this week -- it was a one-day overnight camp at the Y's Camp Kirkwood -- and I called them from work on Thursday to get a quick report. Rachel said all was fine, she had a great time, her new best friend is a 13-year-old girl at camp, since she apparently prefers playing with older girls (the exception being Valerie, "my special cousin," who she really thinks of as a sister), etc.
When I got home, the report was quite different. Apparently the huge rain we had Wednesday infiltrated the girls' tent, and the fly came off, and water soaked all their stuff, and Rachel and her little friend, Sidney, started screaming and yelling before a counselor herded them into the Y where they slept on mats for the night. Rachel also said they didn't get much of a breakfast -- just half a bagel. Sounds like the event was pretty disorganized. (Also, apparently, when they were roasting marshmallows before the rain started, one kid's marshmallow was on fire and dropped onto the arm o another kid. This left a huge impression on Rachel.)
When I woke up this morning (Friday), Rachel made me go to my computer to read the note she had left for me. "Dear Mommy," it read. "I misst you!" Love, Rachel was in a heart, and in another heart it said, "Picture on the back." I turned the Post-It note around and there was a huge heart, and the words, "You'r the best Mommy!" and my heart melted because, really, I'm not the best mommy -- far from it -- but hopefully she will believe that I am as long as possible.
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