Our older two love their sleepaway camps. And we love that they get to go to them, especially since they are run by the same dear Christian people who ran them when Amy went to them as a kid. But, it is nice to have everyone home. Yesterday morning, on not much sleep, I trekked out to the PA/NY border to grab Jada and get her home. It was a tiring drive but it yielded a favorite recurring summer moment, which is seeing her and Amy hug it out when we get home. Everyone's happy.