I put my little duchesses to bed tonight while rain dripped through the trees outside the cabin windows–my favorite kind of camp night. They’re sleeping in the same room while we’re here, which adds to the nostalgic, summer campy atmosphere –I can picture them snuggled in camp beds in Happy Hollow or Orioles cabin a few years from now, listening to their counselor sing “Blue Sky” on a rainy night just like I did tonight. I can also remember myself tucked into those camp beds, and I can remember myself as the counselor singing. I have been all of those things, just as they may eventually be all of those things, including the mother imagining it all for her daughters.
That thought makes me dizzy in a happy way.
Gypsy Hausfrau 