Laughter and Green Apples.

Yesterday, our Fairy Camp girls went to cool off at the beach near mid-day. I was on the dock when a small boy called out for help. He was swimming very near the dock to I reached out my hand to help him. It just so happens, he grabbed my whole arm, I slipped on the edge of the dock...

And Miss. Josie was very much in.

And so was her large pink hat, polka dot romper and glasses.

On my way down, I managed to gracefully hit the entire right side of my body on the dock. First, the side of my nose followed by my shoulder, chest, elbow, wrist as it was bend backwards, hip and foot.

Apparently, as I heard from many, from shore, it looked as if a very young boy had super human strength as he pulled a lovely lady into the wavy water.


All I could think to do was laugh.

Today, after a night's rest, Miss. Josie is sure feeling it. 

Ibuprofen galore.

I  may have aged about 60 years from the first day of camp compared to the second.

Today, as the campers arrived, I found a large green apple on the table. I asked, "Who brought this?" A little brown-eyed girl replied, "It's for you because you're my teacher. Teacher's need apples, you know. There's only one. Because you're my teacher."

Most importantly, I've learned while studying at University:

Laugh when you feel like crying (It is quite a gift)

And appreciate the small stuff (also a gift).

So here's to sore muscles and green apples all in a days work.