Then there is the stirring of coals.
The throwing on of more logs.
The setting sun. The fireflies.
The songs in three part harmony.
The stories. The laughter.
The cuddling under old blankets.
The slow, creeping quiet as night settles in.
This is the stuff that good summer nights are made of. The excitement that comes while watching Emmett experience it all for the first time. Even though he was obviously more concentrated on his bottle of milk than the roasting fest going on before him.
And all I can say now is that my hips better watch out 'cuz there's a bonfire marathon that's about to go down and we all know how well I do when it comes to ignoring the s'mores.