disabledmama:

  The air has turned warm and today a bit moist… the humidity of the summer setting in.  Yes, it’s only April, but it is turning hot here in the South.  I have always been pretty susceptible to spring fever.  Those first few warm days pull at my heart and make me long for days of freedom, shorts and books read by the water.  Between my years as a student and my years teaching there were a few brief years where I had to work an actual desk job with year round hours.  Each year as summer approached my heart would long for vacation and more importantly camp.

  My last summer at Camp Sunshine was 2008.  That summer I spent a week with really amazing girls.  Each girl had their own story and their own struggle with cancer.  Cancer at a young age.  And you know what? It sucked.  Cancer at any age sucks.  But, cancer as a kid?  Dude, it sucks out loud.

  I had a couple of new campers that summer, one of whom I’d taught the year before, and I worked my TAIL off to make sure those girls had the best summer of their lives.  I ran into one of the girls about a year ago, she ran up to me, hugged me and said, “YOU CHANGED MY LIFE.”  I smiled.  I knew that feeling.  

  Camp Sunshine changes lives.  I wish that I was being dramatic or even exaggerating, but I’m simply not.

  This is Camp Sunshine’s 30th year.  That means, over the past 30 years they have changed countless lives.  Not just the lives of the kids who have been able to attend for the week of summer camp, but their families, their siblings and their communities.  

  I started going to Camp Sunshine in 1990. By the time I “retired” as a counselor in 2008 I’d been a summer camp counselor to over 50 different girls.  I’d given 8 weeks, sometimes not paid, countless weekends and many weeknights with the various camp related programming.  I’ve written here before about how Camp changed MY life.  How it introduced me to friends that became family.  And I’ve written about how much I miss it each summer.

  This summer I’m fortunate enough to volunteer for Camp Sunshine 2 U.  It’s the same week as summer camp, but takes place at the hospital for the kids who are just too sick to leave.  And since it’s as close to actual summer camp as I might get, I want to raise money once again for the Keencheefoonee Road Race.  I want to honor Camp’s 30th year.  

SO! Help me out! Go to my fundraising website and donate (all donations are tax deductible) to a place that made me who I am.  I’m going to spend some time over the next 63 days writing down some of my favorite camp memories.  Spread the word… there are over 400 kids who want to go to summer camp this year.  Lets make it happen.

      Camp Sunshine 2008… I’m missing a lot of glitter… 

Kati! The year you were my counselor was my favorite year at Camp! Thanks so much for being amazing!!!! <3

And seriously guys! Support Support Support!!!!

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500px / Photo “One morning in the city of Rouen” by Evgeny Markalev.

I fell in love with this town when I saw it, I think of it constantly. 

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For me it’s just when I laugh.

pomee:

Gregory Alan Isakov- “Big Black Car”

**When things start to feel like they are spinning out of control, I recommend star gazing to this song to ground yourself again. 

“Well, time has a way of throwing it all in your face
The past, she is haunted, the future is laced.”

• Me:(watching Musical Film with peeps) Oh this is my favorite line!
• My friend:You say that for every line.
• Me:This is my favorite song!
• My friend:You say that for every song!
• Me:THIS IS JUST MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING OKAY?

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