I'll admit that I've been in a funk since we got home. My soul is fed and full when I spend time around good friends and coming home and waking up and not being able to say good morning was crumby. I loved eating meals together, serving one another, watching and looking out for each other's kids, walking, talking, laughing and sharing. It feels like real community, like the proverbial "village". Everything was a team effort and no man was left behind. We cooked each other's smores, shared our food, washed each others dishes. And to top it off, we had temperatures in the high 20's ALL weekend!