It's a warm night.
I'm in my pajamas. Outside. In a tent. In my backyard.
Because I promised myself that this summer we were going to find the fun in everyday life.
And tonight that looks like a tent in the backyard.
I'm hot and sweaty and smell like bug spray.
But listening to my girls laugh and tell stories and play with flashlights makes it okay that it's 84 degrees.
It's okay that my cool, comfortable bed is 50 feet away.
Because I wouldn't trade this. Not for anything.