Today at 3am, I took our oldest son, Micah (14), to the airport for his trip to Lake Placid for Luge Training Camp. I have written about his opportunity before. Well, when he was accepted to go to the camp, we knew it would be cold up there, but we didn't expect this:
We're already concerned to be sending him without one of us (there are chaperones traveling along), but now he's facing a grueling week of training, PLUS temperatures that might be less than fun. Of course my definition of fun and his don't always agree anyway, so he'll probably be in ice heaven.
God-speed Micah, you will need His speed to warm yourself up!