Last night was the youth group's lock-in, a sleep-deprived end to youth week. This morning, we took 16 kids and 5 adults (plus 4 people from the rental company) kayaking.
I've never been kayakiing before. Dad's a fan, and can kayak from his back yard, where there's a tidal creek that feeds the Hampton River and ultimately, the Chesapeake Bay. We've even talked about him bringing his kayaks down here, but there's always been something else to do.
I called him today and told him to toss a kayak in the back of "my" truck when he brings it down here. I am in love.
If I still feel this way tomorrow, I may acquire a new hobby.