Camping

While spending some much needed time together over my birthday weekend, Bryan and I found a pretty little camping spot just 45 minutes from home. A week later, we brought Jackson back for his first ever camping trip(if you don't count the backyard camping debacle that resulted in a flooded yard). What could be better than rocks for throwing, dirt to roll in and marshmallows to roast to a 3 year old boy? Jack was in his element, loving every minute spent breathing fresh air and peeing in the bushes. I loved watching my strong loving husband put up the tent and build a fire to cook by and cozy up our weekend home. The day turned to evening and we sat by the fire telling stories and watching for falling stars. Finally, we all fell into our cozy bed under the stars and cuddled up for warmth worn out from our adventure.