Provo in the Summer

This week I left three of my favorite people at BYU.  I took Clarissa to EFY and Deseret and Liberty to basketball camp.

Driving into Provo brought back so many memories--especially when I was leaving nervous kids and our expedition was filled with luggage.  I remembered my first glimpse of BYU as a teenager when we rounded the corner on University Parkway.  I remembered going to basketball camp with Erin Swanson--how nervous I was and how glad to have a friend with me.  I remembered my cousin Julie Reber and my friend Julie Liddle that I first met at BYU basketball camp.  I remembered someone blasting the Free to Choose seminary cassette tape on the floor of the dorm and being amazed that there were people that were so like me. 

I remembered being dropped off my freshman year.  I was so nervous!  Would my roommate like me?  Would I have friends?  Would I do well in school? 

Provo in the summer also reminds me so much of Robert.  Our first date was the 4th of July and we dated that summer and got engaged in the fall.  I remembered long walks in the dark--holding hands and talking late into the night.  Summer in Provo also reminds me of when I was a hall advisor and our lives changed with the weekly cycle of EFY.  Monday they would check in.  The week would be busy with them there.  Saturday morning they would leave--and then we would have the dorm to ourself until Monday morning.  I remember having Adam and Thelma, Olivia, Anne, and Jonathan over.  Good times.

I remember singing in a tunnel on warm summer nights.  I miss that and those great friends!

When I left my girls at BYU this week, all three were staying in Heritage Halls.  Because of construction you need to go to 9th East and to the Creamery on the south or 9th East and the DT Field on the north to get to the rest of campus.  Is it still called the DT Field? 

I left Clarissa with some trepidation because she didn't know her roommate or anyone.  But when she checked in and I saw Jason Hall and Brad Wilcox, I thought, "What better place to leave my girl?"

I left Deseret and Liberty with some trepidation because it seemed that the other camp participants were my height and Deseret and Liberty are not--especially Liberty. 

By the way, Carolina was not going to basketball camp.  She just thinks that every photograph should have her in it. 


I heard from all the girls last night.  They are having a great time.