Last week, Ed took our children camping.
Four years ago, Ed had taken the two oldest children (then ages five and almost four) on an overnight back-packing trip. They have talked about it ever since. And built up envy in the two youngest children who had been left at home.
So this weekend, Ed took all four on the same excursion.
Anticipation was high as the children loaded their backpacks. They hiked a short distance on the Appalachian Trail and spent the night in a rustic shelter.
The next morning they hiked to a mountain overlook.
They arrived home dirty, tired, and bubbling over with stories of their adventure.
And me? I'm not sure my pregnant bones would have survived a night on the ground and thankfully had other plans. While the rest of the family roughed it, I was having more fun than one mom can hold.