Close to summer night. Drove to the church and dropped off Markus. Smell of camping in the air. Ruby shimmery strawberries. Chicken for dinner. The Orlando shootings issue, plus another one a day before, I'm Trying To Be Like Jesus. The thought of missing him for a week is okay when I know how excited he was to go. Maybe he will miss me too. Maybe he'll write a letter home from camp. An adventure and a friend in each hand.
