Wide open spaces to run.
If he was going somewhere, he was running.
So many hours logged on the trampoline. Might just have to look into getting our own.
For some 18 years I have been roasting marshmallows with Ann. Being a family camp filled with little people flaming balls of melted sugar are not encouraged so every year Ann and I sneak off for our annual top secret roasting. This year The Boy bonded with Ann over their mutual marshmallow love.
cozy ground chair
homeward bound
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