We both have two elementary-school-age daughters (hers are Ella and Zoe, mine are Ellie and Sophie), are married to French Canadian high school history teachers, are alumni of crunchy liberal arts colleges and love Eden Village Camp, where we met in person a few months ago — and where I’m dropping Ellie off tomorrow for her first overnight camp experience ever. (Thank goodness it’s only a five-day session, as I’m feeling very nervous and sad about leaving my firstborn, even though I am confident she’ll have a great time and be in good hands.)
It’s been a busy and fairly Jew-y week and a half, both with family and work, and there’s a lot to write about once I have time to collect my thoughts.
I have not forgotten my promise to write about last week’s Judaism 2030 conference, and I also want to write about my daughters’ last day (for the academic year, not for their whole lives) of Hebrew school.
However, the topic for today is Family Camp at Eden Village. Which my daughters and I attended this weekend. And really liked.
Our Passover (which coincided with the kids’ spring vacation) passed pleasantly — three lovely seders to which I contributed cooking, but didn’t have to host; lots of time with family; various excursions and lots of culinary experimentation with quinoa. No major news developments on the home front.