I may have only gone to summer camp one year, and it was as a counselor when I was 19, but it was by far one of the best summers of my life. There are so many awesome memories I have of those three months I spent at that girls camp down in little 'ole Hunt, TX.
Even though it's been 11 years since I spent the summer there, I can still remember the long, narrow driveway with its canopy of overhanging tree limbs that lead from the highway down to the main entrance of the camp. I learned how to shoot a arrow from a bow and somehow they trusted me to teach small people to do it too. I learned how to burn leather and made secret code rocks with a few other counselors in the arts and crafts hut. I learned I could live without A/C and got a glimpse into motherhood by wiping the tears of homesick 1st grade girls in the middle of the night.
I played catch-and-release with a lot of scorpions. I took up running the hiking trail during the early hours before wake-up call and drank more water than I had my entire life to that point. I learned about vegetarianism from a fellow counselor (which partially sparked a near life-long diet change a little later in life.) I met the girl who was the maid of honor at my wedding and got engaged to the man I am about to celebrate 10 years of marriage with.
But one of the top memories of camp was Christmas in July. The theory was that after camp, our campers may or may not ever see the friends they made at camp again. Some of the girls would only come for one year. Others would come every year, but lived so far away in real life that it would be a long before they would see each other again. And obviously, not many of them, if any of them, would get to see each other at Christmas.
So Christmas in July was Camp Honey Creek's . (http://www.camphoneycreek.com/) way of letting the girls - all of them, counselors included - celebrate with their new "family." We decorated and everyone spent days making gifts and writing letters. And on "Christmas Day" we all sat together with our cabins on the main lawn of camp and traded gifts. It was always so fun to see how creative the girls got with their gifts and how heartfelt they were. The best were the friendship bracelets. Because, it doesn't matter how old you get, nothing will ever be as important as important a sign of a girl bond as friendship bracelets.
I still have mine from that summer. It's a strip from a bandana from one of the other counselors. She wore one nearly every day - it became her signature. So that day, she ripped it into strips and tied one around the wrist of each of the counselors. I kept that thing on until it broke and even now it's in my jewelry box.
I made life-long friends that summer. We all live in various places throughout the world (yes - world) but through the cool-thing that is social media, I get to keep in touch. In the last 11 years, I've seen them graduate college, score fabulous jobs, experience losses, get married, have babies and I've been able to watch all the growth an changes of their lives through photographs.
That's why, last year, I created my "Client for Life" program. Too many times we don't just take the picture. Or we take the picture and forget about it. But photographs of yourself and your family are some of the most special things in your life. They don’t just document how your family has grown or a special moment in time – they tell a story. They tell the story of who you are, what you stand for and what you've been through. And I love telling stories with photographs and getting to know the people behind them.
My "Clients for Life" are my VIP's. They are the families I work with year after year. The ones I get to know well, and am honored participate in those important moments in their life. They have the peace of mind knowing that every single year, they're going to be able to document the current chapter in their story with photographs so that their novel doesn't go unfinished.
So click the link below to get more information on the client for life program! Enrollment begins July 1, 2017.