Generational Blessing

In the early 60's, a man came into my grandfather's veterinary clinic in Austin to ask about a sick deer at a youth camp. What started with a trip to take care of a deer turned into a lifelong love for Camp Peniel in the hill country of Texas.

When I was four, my dad loaded up my brother and I to make the 10 hour trip to Marble Falls for our first Father and Son Camp weekend. It became a tradition, and we only missed one year of camp until we graduated high school.

This past weekend, I loaded up my four year old son to continue the tradition. Four generations of Kennedy's rode 10 hours to the Texas Hill Country to spend a weekend together.


Easton was so excited that he woke up his great grandfather (papaw) at midnight saying, "Get up! It is time to go!" My brother brought his son, Mark, for the first time as well. They had the time of their lives. We rode horses, shot guns, arrows, and slingshots, slept in a cabin and stayed up way past bed time. It was the ultimate man weekend.



In a generation where good fathers are the exception to the rule, our family continues to be an exception. And I am better because of that.

And Easton, Addis, Catherine, and Sophia will be the beneficiaries as well.

Thank you papa. Thank you Dad.