Instead of composing some sort of readable blog post, I
decided to photo stalk wedding pictures of myself.
I’m not sure how deep this whole “wildly self-centered”
thing goes, but I’m scared to find out.
The past week was full of whimsy... probably best
illustrated in the numerous kitchen renditions of Josh Turner’s “Would You Go
with Me?” I had wedding on the brain, and that was my cousin’s first dance with
her husband…
“If I gave you my hand, would you take it and make me the
happiest man in the world/ if I told you my heart couldn’t beat one more minute
without you, girl/Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea, help me tie up
the ends of a dream? I gotta know/ Would you go with me?”
And I don’t even like country music, so apparently CAN’T
CHANGE THAT doesn’t apply here.
Since I typed out the entire chorus of “Would You Go with
Me?” I should probably pause in the blog to mention Ivy Moriah Good. Ivy is
from Tennessee, and she is the reason why I know those lyrics. The things I
love about Ivy include: 1. She treats people at fast food establishments like
real people. 2. She likes to sing country music with her lovely singing voice 3.
She’s about as blunt as it gets... reminds me of some other amazing friends I’ve
been blessed with in the past year.
She’s incredible. She just shipped herself out here after
finding the Camp Elim website, not knowing anyone… that’s thing 4. She’s psycho
courageous. She did take off to go see Mt. Rushmore with some other staff
people last weekend without me, but I was in Idaho at a wedding, so I guess I
can’t complain.
And we just had a fantastic DMC (deep meaningful
conversation) on my couch when we should have been getting rest for the campers
we will meet TODAY… eh. Can’t change that.
Anyway. Ivy’s got some spunk.
Camp is not a place, but a collection of people.
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