Camping out
in the backyard is just as good as any campground for my boys. It only requires
a few tents, a fire in the fire pit, lots of sticks and hot dogs and marshmallows.
Oh, and someone willing to camp with them. Tents are way less comfortable at my
age but I couldn't resist their enthusiasm or the sounds of the night.
We started talking as we sat around the
campfire and we went from scary stories (mine) to the boys telling me about what
they loved, times when they failed at something, who they wanted to marry and what
was important to them. It was a sweet time listening to these boy’s hearts and
I wouldn't have traded it for all the king size comfortable beds in the world.
Well, maybe.
Well, maybe.
