Way back before the girls started attending Camp, I knew I wanted to do something special, memorable, with them each year just before they went. I thought long on it and decided to paint camp trunks with them. You know, trunks; the only luggage you take to camp. Some call them footlockers. But not just any trunk, the SAME trunk year after year. I know, because Camp Peniel was my camp from ages 9-16 as well, that half the fun of going to camp is the anticipation. Painting thus began.
Savannah announced today that painting camp trunks is her favorite craft of the summer. Peyton agreed. I did as well. One of the most fun parts is removing the paint from the year before and remembering how and why we decorated it the way we did in each season on their lives. Each year a new version of who they are becoming.
This year we switched roles. I sat eating frozen treats while they painted. They asked me "if it looked too done" (because we all HATE that look) and I gave my opinions on colors and shapes. Just like they have done for me so many years now - 6 for Savannah, 4 for Peyton. Peyt still had me paint part of hers, but only because shes not feeling well. I know deep in my heart this was my last year to hold the brush.