Last week Mike and Megan returned home from a meeting about Young Women's Girls Camp. One of the first things I read on the instructions handout was, "I know our girls will make memories to last a lifetime." Immediately, upon reading that line, I thought of my own fond memories of Girls Camp at Camp Piuta, and of course they included memories of old, dear friends; Jennifer, Michelle, Tiffany, Emily, Janae,and plenty of others. I remember putting tent stakes together with band-aids, grafitti-ing the cabins/bathrooms (we didn't start this, I promise, it's just 'what one did!'), telling scary stories, and so on. I don't think it was a coincidence that last Monday, the day after I read Megan's instruction paper, I ran into one of my favorite young women leaders; Pam. And we reminisced about the very last night, of my last year at Girls Camp, when we were staying up late, laughing, giggling and having fun. When somehow, a bunk ladder fell and hit Pam on the head. And Jennifer and I had to roam the camp to go and find our Priesthood leader and then to the kitchen to get some ice. Except there was no ice--instead we returned to the cabin with a (cold) pork chop and placed it on Pam's head.
I love my memories of Girls Camp, both the ones as a youth and the couple I went to as a leader (I can't find any photos of me dancing as a lollipop!). Even though I got all teary eyed as Megan's bus pulled out of the church parking lot, I am thrilled she is there.
And I can't wait for one day, twenty years down the road, her daughters making fun of her hair and her clothes in her girls camp pictures!
Have fun Megan!
(PS--I hope the Lord answers Ellie's tender prayer last night, "Bless Megan won't miss us too much and that she will be happy.)