In Which Mama Says "8 Days" and a Joyous Hush Descends

We had a play date with D and his friend S this afternoon. We went swimming, played at a majorly cool park, and then went back to D's house for more playing and supper. It was pretty much kid paradise on a Friday night. The moms were pretty happy as well --- talking and listening to the sounds of happy kids as they played.

But as the sun set, Mama declared that JT must get ready to go home. A sadness followed as D and JT offered up the many things they had yet to accomplish on this Friday night. Then Mama pointed out that next Friday night we head north for 8 days of camping. "8 days?" the boys asked. "8 days," their parents confirmed and a joyous hush descended. Within a few seconds the boys began to chatter away about all the exciting things they can do in 8 days.

We departed, but not before D and JT made plans to make lists and to telephone one another to compare notes about all the things they will bring for their 8 days of fun.

And for the second time this summer, during the drive home JT and I saw fireworks. The stars are lining up in our favor and I can already tell that we're going to have a terrific camping trip.