My wife is the director of a foster care and adoption agency. Each year in September, this agency has a camp designed to bring foster and adoptive families together for a weekend of pure fun. Again this year, there were field games, hikes in the woods, hay rides, crafts, 1,400 water balloons and s’mores around a campfire at night. The camp has a huge field about the size of four football fields. The grass is emerald green, the sky was clear blue and the field was surrounded by giant ponderosa pines. The scene on this field took my breath away. There were children running and playing untethered. About 30 of them were flying kites, many for the first time. Others were blowing bubbles from huge bubble wands. Water balloons flew by and burst. There were nearly 200 people on and around that field and it was filled with sounds of laughter, excitement and pure joy. These kids were happy and they knew they were loved. As I looked around, I tried to find someone who wasn’t smiling and I couldn’t. As I tried to take this all in, I felt tears running down my cheeks. This camp represented love in its purest form. I felt so lucky to be there in the presence of caring staff, loving foster and adoptive parents and these very happy kids.