I am blogging from the Harrisburg Hilton. I’m chaperoning 7 middle-school girls here at the Youth Quake. We have 15 kids here in all. Everyone is having a great time and is being reasonably well behaved. Tomorrow we go home, and they’re facing up to the reality that, while here it’s easy to put God first, they’ll be back to their real lives tomorrow.
The baby is sleeping here on the bed next to me. He didn’t care for the music. Every time we went into the ballroom, he would snuggle up against me in the sling. I was hoping he would like the music and dance to it, but it just overwhelmed him. Mostly we hang out in the lobby and he explored the crazy obnoxious hotel carpet.
He’s a very blessed little baby. The youth group–girls and boys–love him. He was giving Kyle big sloppy kisses, and he smiles every time Erin comes into view, and he reaches for Mariah. The other night, when he was hugging me and patting me on the back, I realized that he was learning one of the most important lessons of all-how to love.