My parents live 700 miles North of our family. We meet up as often as we can, but there are certain relationship losses our kids suffer in having their grandparents so far away. To offset some of those losses, my parents host an annual camp for our kids—Camp Clark. The kids have planned activities, songs, games and get to enjoy many of the perks of a summer camp, all while also hanging out with their grandparents. Win-win, right?
Camp Clark also gives Jenn and I a break for a week. Bee’s still too young to go, so we’re not entirely child-free. But for a week we don’t have fights to referee, we do have naps to enjoy again and we get a slower pace of life we haven’t enjoyed for years.
This year Basha and Pear each have one piece of mail to open every day from either me or Jenn. We made the cards late last night. Jenn’s were already sealed up by the time I thought to take photos of them, but here are two of my cards to the kids. (These are the only two cards I made with illustrated stories because I ran out of time.)