There was a knock on the door, which wasn't unusual. Every morning the boys come up stairs to our room, usually as I am stepping out of the shower. But today it was different.
Their excitement when they walked in the room, is one of the reasons I love being a dad.
'Daddy!', they both exclaimed, before running over to give me a huge hug. They didn't bother slowing down as they approached me and nearly sent me flying backwards.
'I missed you so much', Oliver, our eldest explained. The sincerity in his voice evident.
'Me too', our younger boy, Spencer, agreed.
Even though we had been skyping each morning and evening, it clearly wasn't the same as having Daddy at home.
School camp is a fantastic experience. Not only for the students, but also for the teachers. This week I was able to get to know my students in ways not possible in the classroom. They also developed strong bonds with each other, clearly evident in the comradely by the fourth day. Not to mention the learning experiences they engaged in- staying in the home of a Jogjakartan villager, visiting the palace of the Sultan, viewing the paintings of one of the most influential artists of Indonesia and visiting one of the greatest Buddhist monuments in the world.
But on the other hand, what school camp also means is that I am away from my family. And when you are as close as we are, it means a lot. But more about this in a future post.