Last year at camp I took a lot of pictures. I don’t mean that I was one of the people who took 500 pictures a week, but I took plenty.
This year at camp I feel like I hardly took any. Most of the pictures I took have already been posted on my blog (& that’s not many).
But I’m not sad or disappointed about it. I just feel like it is what it is.
One difference is that we’re no longer allowed to post camp pictures on Facebook. So the fun of posting pictures for everyone to see isn’t really a possibility anymore. & I don’t think making blog posts filled with 100 pictures each would be much fun for anyone.
But still, I’ve just realized a few things.
One thing is that already have pictures of a lot of the kids. & even though they look bigger and older this year, I already have their face captured once. & that means that it will never be fully forgotten.
Another thing is that pictures don’t make the memories. Really, they don’t. For me, I’ve decided that it’s much more important to do stuff and actually make awesome memories than it is to take pictures of other people making memories.
And lastly, I have found that there are just a ton of things that pictures can’t capture.
I had an absolutely wonderful camper for the last week of camp. I love him to pieces.
Pictures can’t help me to remember what it felt like to have him smear banana pudding in my hair.
Pictures can’t help me remember my sweet conversations with this boy.
So while I do love these pictures & value them a lot, they are enough. I have more memories than I ever thought I would get, and I cherish all of them.
Camp Hawkins came through with another unforgettable summer.
I love it. I love my kids. I love my friends. I love how it has changed me.
Favorite place ever? Pretty much.
Already counting down until next time? Of course.