The church was all abuzz yesterday because this week is. . . . drumroll. . . .family camp! That's right, this is the week where we let our children reenact Lord of the Flies and parents voluntarily decide to take a vacation that is seventeen times harder than real life. For the first time in eight years providence has frowned upon our family so that we are in town during the church's camping week. So the DeYoungs have purchased an eight person tent (it has two rooms!) and we'll be enjoying nature (and bathrooms) with a large portion of our congregation. Were it not for the fellowship (which really will be nice) the prospect of living outside with five children--on purpose--would be even more puzzling. I just hope my books don't get too sandy.