we took the kids camping friday night. can i even call it camping if we drove home in the middle of the night? i guess i should say we attempted to take the kids camping friday night. it was going really well until around 10:30. then jack woke up and it all went down hill, fast! we ended up driving home around 11:30.
it was fun while it lasted. we set up camp and the kids played in the stream. we had hot dogs for dinner. we ate all sorts of junk food. funny thing, i don’t usually buy junk food to have at the house. so while i was at the grocery store loading up on hot dogs + chips + candy and all other things junk, i actually felt like i was doing something really bad. hoping no one would see me. we roasted marshmallows and sat around the fire. i decided if all else fails in this life i know one thing for certain, i am good at roasting marshmallows. like really good. i can make your marshmallow perfectly toasted on the outside and warm and gooey on the inside. i’ve also decided that poking at the fire with a stick is therapeutic and addicting. so i did that most of the night.
i also realized something that i already knew but didn’t really really realize it until friday night. these kids love each other so so much and they look out for each other so much. they’ve got each others backs like nobodies business. every single one of them looks out for jack. they’ve had an experience few have to go through but that experience, though the hardest in our lives, i now realize has been a blessing greater than we could have ever imagined. these kids know what its like to watch someone die. they know the pain. its very real to them. they prayed and begged and pleaded the way i did for jack. they also know what it feels like to have your prayers answered.