Labor Day weekend had me retreating to my favorite place on the planet, Barton Bible Camp.
I went for selfish reasons, really. I knew that if anyone could brighten my spirits, it was the teenagers I spent my summer with.
I also knew that they are the only people that think my made-up words, such as cray-cray and totes, are cool, which is a huge ego boost for me.
I love (love, love, love) them and I miss them already.