My boys talked me into a backyard campout. It didn't take much convincing. The weather has been beautiful, and I wanted to go camping this weekend anyway. But our pop-up camper hasn't been "popping up" properly, and the door on the minivan is broken, so for the third time this summer, we had to cancel.
It took maybe 30 minutes to set up our little old tent and get a fire going in our cheap little fire pit. The boys absolutely loved it. We told ghost stories, and snuggled. The next night we decided to keep it going and get marshmallows to make s'mores.
Sometimes the small things make a big difference. My little one asked me to play legos with him yesterday. I was in a rush as always to check off everything on the to-do list, but I stopped for 5 minutes to play, and he was happy. Sometimes we fall into the trap of thinking it takes tons of money and time to create memories. You don't need a $200,000 camper or a competitive sports league that eats up every weekend and keeps you out of church. Sometimes a bag of marshmallows and a baseball glove will do even better.
“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you`ll look back and realize they were the big things.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
