Dropping off YaYa at Camp K is always a memorable experience. Each year I try to capture the essence of this day on camera but simply cannot. I guess it’s just one of those you-had-to-be-there things.
When I finally pulled myself away, the first song on the radio said it all: Jayme Johnson’s “In Color.” I began reflecting on life’s critical events: marriage, children being born, first days of [school, camp, summer, etc], sporting events, family members dying..,and the aftermath of that.
I cried the whole way to work.