Pilgrims!

Just a little bit of funny to make you crack a smile.

When I was ten or eleven I went to camp for the summer in the mountains of Arizona. And when I say I went for the summer, I really mean two weeks.

Anyway, one of the things I remember about camp were the thunderstorms that would roll in sometime before, during, or right after dinner. The rain would come pounding down so fast that the red dirt trails we walked from our cabins to the main hall became mud rivers that stained our white socks forever. I remember sitting on my bunk listening to the rain pound the roof of the cabin and feeling a little scared as the lightening lit the sky showcasing the ridges of the mountain that surrounded our little camp.

The past week or so our little family has been huddled inside while the rain pours down, the thunder rumbles, and the lightening flashes. I love cuddling with Damon when the thunder comes through. It makes me feel safe but still gives me that secret thrill that I remember from my camp days.

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