I get old camp songs stuck in my head. Swing Low. Today. Seven daffodils. We sang them every evening before heading back to our cabins for bed. Sometimes in the lodge or outside on the hill. Sometimes on the tiered rocks overlooking the lake.
It always gave me goosebumps.
I think about those evenings in the summer time. I think about them for my someday kids. I hope they can feel that too. There’s some transcendent about those camp evenings. Those nights where I sang love songs a cappella and could hear what was in my heart.
With love,
Natalie