Tonight our camp alumni community participated in a camp dinner around the world. Camp alums held dinners in cities across the United States and even internationally. We hosted the dinner in our part of the country but unfortunately weren't able to find any other camp alumni in our area. Not one to be easily discouraged I made the members of my own family participate.
We modified the idea a bit, as our time zone was supposed to begin dinner at seven. That's a little late for my kiddos so we ate a regular dinner and followed it up with a living room campfire. We turned out the lights, turned on the fireplace, and sat on the living room floor singing camp songs.
The children also ate sunbutter bars and drank Capri Suns... these are not part of a traditional campfire but Harper made it clear that she did not care very much about my traditions. She also insisted Kit attend the campfire; there are very few American Girl dolls at a typical Minikani campfire. Michael also didn't care much for some of the traditions - one of the songs we sang had several repetitive verses and by the middle of the song he was telling me, "No do dat anymore!" There's a reason that three-year-olds don't go to overnight camp.
Tonight's festivities were Matt's first experience with my camp tradition. When I was working at camp there was a part of me that couldn't imagine marrying someone who wasn't also a Minikani alum. I'm sure that sounds silly, but I just couldn't imagine sharing my life with someone who didn't understand that experience. Of course this idea shifted over time and now it is enough to know that my camp experiences are large part of who I am. I do wish Matt could go back in time and see me in action at camp. Given my distaste for spiders and having dirt under my fingernails it is sometimes hard for him to imagine that I spent many weeks of the year living largely outdoors.