Tuesday, July 8, 2025 – Day 329

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Good morning. It’s Tuesday.

It’s been a quiet few days at home…reading and working on a jigsaw puzzle as a distraction from watching the heartbreaking news out of Texas.

The loss of so many lives has been shocking. The images of destruction are nearly impossible to process. And the tragedy at Camp Mystic—the loss of campers and counselors who never made it home…feels especially crushing. It weighs on me in a way I didn’t expect.

When Nicole and Alex were young, they each spent several summers at camp in Northern Wisconsin. They’d be gone for seven weeks at a time, and never once did I worry about their safety. We chose camps with long, proud histories…places where they would learn new skills, grow as individuals, and make lifelong friends. And that’s exactly what happened. We were lucky.

But this week has made me realize how fragile that luck really was. The parents who sent their kids to Camp Mystic did the same thing we did…they trusted. They hoped their children would come back stronger, happier, sun-kissed and full of stories. And now, some of those children won’t come back at all.

It’s an unbearable thought. My heart aches for those families. For the campers who survived. For the staff. For the entire community wrapped up in that one terrible moment.

Today, I hold Alex and Nicole closer in my heart. And I grieve for those who now carry only memories.

There are moments when words fall short, and personal updates feel out of place. Today, I’ll simply hold space for those who are hurting, and let that be enough.

Have a good Tuesday.

Love you guys!❤️