It's a Camp Hunt kinda summer

I'm feeling premature empty nest. My son, 14 years, is off to camp this summer. Not just a week or two, but 4 weeks! My 12 year old son left yesterday for his 3 week stay. In a week, my 9 year baby girl will be off for 2 weeks. I miss 'em.
They are going to a good place. The site where Debbie and I first met and where I counseled and directed the camp 4 summers. Camp Hunt is a wonderful little christian youth camp. Kids sleep in rustic cabins, no electricity and the show house is a short walk away. They wake to a trumpet blowing revelee and clean their cabin and do cabin work details. They play sports, go to Bible class, arts and crafts and finish the day with a campfire. It's a place where a kid can be a kid. It's a place where the kids are loved because the mission of all the staff is to share the love of God.
My kids dream about camp all year. They count down the days. They miss it when they come home again. They make friends, they have fun, they swim, they find acceptance, they find God.
So, I'm a little lonely this week. My kids are pretty fun and they aren't here. But, I warm my heart with the anticipation of happy smiling faces and tales of camp when the summer ends.