One warm May Day, little children’s dreams of sleeping in a tent came true. They have been wanting to go camping since winter and had patiently waited for the weather to get warm. Then one day, while visiting Grandma and Grandpop, the temperature was finally right. And so, in their grandparents’ backyard, the little children and Daddy pitched a tent. They hauled their sleeping bags and quilts.
They picked up sticks and rocks for the campfire pit. And waited for the sun to set.
And just when the sun went down, Daddy started the fire and the children roasted the marshmallows and had their fill.
While mosquitoes buzzed in their ears, they looked at the starry moonlit night, listened to the chirping of the crickets, the rustle of leaves, the flap of bat wings, the howling of dogs, and even the roar of the ATV. The night was exciting and made the familiar so different.
They talked and chatted and did not worry about changing into their pajamas, or brushing their teeth and all other inconveniences that going to bed required. 😉 When they got too tired, they went to sleep, in their marshmallow covered clothes, repeating what they have often said in the course of the night “I love camping. Let’s do it again.” They slept soundly and woke up to a beautiful day.