Back home, camp was awesome. Time to leave again.

It's that time of year. The sun is shining. People are getting tan on their vacations. And I'm running around to every craft store, hard ware store, and Dollar Tree in town buying candles, crayons, 200 hundred red bricks, 80 clothes pins, and a million little mosaic tiles. It's camp time baby and I'm already tired. Tomorrow morning I'm headed to central Missouri with my kids to try to lead them a little closer to God. Last year our hottest day was 106 degrees, so I'm a little nervous about the heat. But other than that I think we're in for a great week. Our senior minister is going with us and I'm pumped. Growing up, our preacher always went to camp with us and we loved it. I'm excited for the kids to see him out of the pulpit. Anyways, I just love camp.

Bye.

Well, I talked to him last weekend. I was missing him and decided to call. I've always loved our phone calls. We can be so honest and open, and I love to hear about his life. For years now I have longed for these phone calls, always hoping that he was thinking about me too. This call was different though. Yes, he's in a good place and I'm in a good place, and of course I was happy to hear his voice. The conversation was nice but it wasn't the same. Maybe he's changed, or I've changed, or probably both. For the first time, when I hung up the phone I had no desire to ever talk to him again. After loving him for so long, I just don't want to anymore-and I'm not sad about that. I'm not happy about it either, I just am. This is my reality- realizing the finality and accepting it. I just don't want you anymore.