Dear Camp Huckins,
I miss you. I miss skinny dipping in Lake Ossippe at midnight. I miss splash boating to the island and sun-tanning for hours. I miss Indian Council Fire and waking our campers up in the middle of the night for a surprise New Year's Eve Party. I miss celebrating Valentines day in the Summer. I miss falling asleep to the loon calls at night. I miss being forced to take a nap every single day. I miss the pine needles crunching beneath my flip flops. I miss adding blueberries to the blueberry muffin fund. I miss going to breakfast in my pajamas. I miss pancakes for dinner. I miss making home-made rock salt ice cream with 8-year-old's in paper bags. I miss impromptu Madonna themed dance parties. I miss cheering for what state I'm from just because. I miss wearing yellow so maybe, just maybe the sun will come out. I miss trust falls and pontoon boat rides and cake decorating contests on the fourth of July. I miss singing the I-Love-You song just because someone made someone else a craft-shop bracelet. I miss games of round robin tennis and capture the flag. I miss chocolate chip pudding and bug juice. I miss giving your friend a hug because they helped you make your bunk bed. I miss smoky camp fire hair must and sticky smored-fingers. I miss standing on the beach and thinking If Heaven is anything like this place, than I can't wait to go.
Huckins is both the most real and the most magical place I have ever been. On day's like today - when I'm stuck in a corporate office wearing panty hose and lipstick I am gazing out the window longing for bare feet and summer rain storms and trips to bobby sue's ice cream shack and no make up and tangled hair. I am aware that I will never have a better job than working there, but I do think wherever I am my heart and spirit will forever remain on the shores of Lake Ossippe. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
Lots of Nellie love (in the Huckins spirit),