I'm convinced camping was invented by women.
I'm not fond on sleeping on rocks or going days without showering, but I figure anything that gets men doing all the cooking, dishes, and childcare is worth it!
We went camping for the first time in years on the Labour Day weekend. We brought K.'s telescope and looked at the big dipper, Jupiter, and the craters in the moon. We sat around the campfire telling folktales and we buried each other at the beach.
It felt so normal. No psychological assessments, no medication trials, no calls from the teacher. We were just another family enjoying each other's company.
I'm holding onto those memories.
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