Camp fire

Camp fire

The lodge where we stayed would leave us wood and kindling every evening so we could have a camp fire. The kids LOVED this. I look at these pics and see my family, cozy and alone together. I love my family alone together. No phones. No X-box. No neighbors. No one but the 6 of us. Heaven.

Cozy

The kids talked, explored, and ran wild together. Even Cory, the almost 15yo who rarely interacts with his brothers these days, bonded with them again and they were amazing together.

Herp lover

You know what part they don’t tell you about when raising these kids? I’ll tell you. It is that one day, too soon I might add, they pull away. Not in the weird, “I am Emo and I must wear all black” pull away. But the subtle loss that happens when they shed their childhood, like a skin they just step out of because it was too small. What comes forth is a new person, and because you were not paying as close attention as you might have if you didn’t have 3 other kids, you jerk your head up and are startled and pained a bit by the loss of that little boy. I mean, really pained. He is gone. Poof. And in his place is a man. You didn’t see it coming, because you did the unthinkable…..

Enjoying Zubberfizz vanilla cream soda.

You blinked.