Every Monday at registration for the last five weeks, I have been asked by family friends dropping of their children for a week of camp how married life is treating me. And for five weeks, I would smile and say, "Well, I'm here!" and move on not wanting to admit how much I missed my husband. When Josh and I were dating, even the first two months we were together, camp was just our reality. I have always disappeared for five weeks to spend time with children and Jesus in the wilderness.
And the reunions from camp have always been great. Our first real date took place after I got back from camp. We dressed up, he brought me flowers, and we ate out, just us, at what would become our favorite restaurant (and the only one we went on dates to for over year). But this reunion, the married reunion, has been pretty incredible. Maybe getting married and then disappearing into the wilderness for five weeks wasn't the best way to celebrate being newly-weds but we survived it and were ready for our annual post-camp reunion. We celebrated by cheering on Sporting KC and dancing the night away to Miike Snow and Jack Garrett.
But the real highlight this week was volunteering at Vacation Bible School at Josh's family's church. Josh gave up his two nights off to come with me and work with a bunch very small, sticky children. There are lots of different reasons I married him, but one is how great he is with children. Josh is wonderful with children.
Maybe it wasn't a glamorous date night, complete with roses, but it was just as memorable and special to me as that very first date night, because it reminded me of all the things we have to look forward to, in a year or five.