i've had dreams about taking my children camping near the beach...
collecting shells during the day, wearing ourselves out in the surf and sun and returning to our cozy campsite at night to build a fire and cook dinner outdoors. an entire weekend where we never had to go inside. not once, unless you count the bathhouse.
a weekend with bugs to fill my boy's bug house, and s'mores, and good friends, and a pancake breakfast. the best part was sleeping cuddled up together in the tent, all four of us, listening to the frogs at night and waking to the cicadas in the morning (yes - this is their year).
my two little bed bugs, exhausted and happy on their very first camping trip.
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