So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to write a post of any reasonable length when I haven't written so long and have so many things to talk about.
Camp was amazing. Partly because, while it was 102 in Dallas, it was snowing in Estes Park. And partly because we got to meet my dad one night in Boulder for a spontaneous dinner. We were all in Colorado at the same time and got to enjoy a light bite at the Cheesecake Factory. It actually wasn't light or just one bite. Seriously.
(Fact: medicinal marijuana is sold all over Boulder. It's true. And that would also help explain the roughly 4000 people that turn out every June for the Naked Bike Race. 4000! You cannot unsee that. This year, in an obvious act of sanity, the city officials outlawed genital nudity which pretty much shut down the event and saved us all from pouring bleach on our eyeballs.)
Meanwhile, back at camp - Wind River Ranch is an amazing place and we felt restored and refreshed both physically and spiritually. You wouldn't have known that had you heard me breathing after climbing a small flight of stairs - but that's not important right now.
The day after we got back, we had the privilege of celebrating Darius' graduation! He's off to the University of North Texas this fall and excited to begin an new chapter of his life.
Dea, too, will leaving with his brother. His acceptance letter to The University of Texas at Arlington came last week and it was high-fives, all around. For the first time in both of their lives, they'll be venturing out without each other and as much as they're not talking about it, I know they're thinking about how different it will be without their brother within arm's length.
At the same time, lots of questions are swirling around in the minds and hearts of the four little ones who've come to call these young men their brothers. "How often will you come visit, Dea?" "If we keep your room the same, will you come spend the night?" "Can we come see you the very first weekend you're gone?"
And tonight, Olivia wondered aloud if other kids will come fill their room - or will it just sit empty, waiting for them to come home. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and asked me to really start praying about it now - because she had been. Then she marked out certain verses for Trey to read about widows and orphans and acceptable religion and set them by his pillow.
These are some uncharted waters for us all and, with just under two months left, I can feel the emotions of it all ebb in and out like waves. The Lord has been incredibly faithful and met us wherever we were for a long, long time. We can't help but look forward with hope to the new future for us all just on the horizon.
A horizon that we are incredibly thankful is not, by His amazing grace, filled with naked bicycle riders.