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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I Was There.

I guess Friday night wasn't a total failure.
This week, Reese's backpack has come home filled with it's usual stack of papers and busy work. On the backs of many of them are little drawings like these:


The house, a campfire, a tent, the moon, and sleeping bags for everyone in our family.
(I can only assume that the blue represents ice, because it was so dang cold.)


Summary:

Kids don't remember if you were perfect.

They remember that you were there.

3 comments:

Mamarazzi said...

aww. i love this. so when is the next camp out?

Kasey said...

You made a memory! Good job, Mom.

Myya said...

So very true!!!