Sup

Ok, Mom, I'm writing, I'm writing. Look at me writing!!

Knowing now what it is to be a mother, I have more sympathy, of course. Empathy, even. Yup. AND I got an email from Rowan last night, that asked me "sup" and told me that he loved me. I'm not bragging or anything. It's true. And "sup," for those of you who don't know, is short for "what is up?"

I'm home from camp. I was gone for about a very long time (decades, at least), and am ticked pink to be back. I found a new ability to shine, which is the whole point of going to camp. My family's pretty happy to have me home again, also. And I went to the ZK dance floor last night and danced and danced, so I really feel home again.

What will next year's camp bring, I wonder? I'd like to bring Rowan, or Arlo, but neither can go until they're 18. Maybe 16 (if I pull some strings). I'd like to bring Keenan, but then who stays with Arlo and Rowan? At least I have Wild Child for Rowan to attend with me.
okey dokey artichokeys,
much love,
Kelpie