Every year Mike and our high school leaders take the teens on a ski retreat in Pennsylvania and I hold down the fort here at home. It’s hard to believe that it’s been three years since the first trip he went on as the new youth pastor. I remember that year well. The kids – Max, 6 and Mini, 11 months and brand new at walking. And I – on the floor with a broken foot but required to make sure they were fed, taken care of, and clothed. Well. At least diapered.
That weekend was h.a.r.d. This year’s ski retreat, however, has reminded me of all that has changed since then.
She got completely dressed on her own. After scrambling eggs, frying bacon, and squeezing her own orange juice. Well, it seems like she can do all of that, anyway. I can’t believe how much has changed.