A few weeks Mom and I had the opportunity to cook at PVBC. We had a great time. It was really strange to drive down the camp lane. Part of me felt like I was going home, and the other part knew where home was. It was really odd.

The Thursday before I left for camp I had taken Brook to Junior Youth, where she proceeded to scream at everyone except for me. Yikes! I was really nervous about committing to cook at camp after that experience, but everything went exceptionally well. We got home Saturday night and Brook slept almost all day Sunday. I guess she was worn out from all the smiling and giggling at people. Mom did most of the work, but we had a great time.