Hello Summer NIghts, How I've Missed You.

My perfect summer night is our whole family crowded around my parents fire pit.  Some of us perch on old logs.  Some on the weathered picnic table.  We stuff our faces with things like hot dogs and s'mores. . . all the good stuff that make healthy people cringe.  And of course the s'mores have to be made with the secret ingredient of Reeses peanut butter cups, because obviously plain old chocolate bars are for amateurs.

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.