On our recent camping trip we got the added bonus surprise of being right on a lake with lots of family fun swimming and boating. It was the kind of lakeside beach that would have made me run in my pre-kid days. I am now starting to see the joy of warm shallow water and lots of kids to play with... finally making that transition into family land.
We had so much fun; splashing in the water, running from dogs, digging in the sand, snagging beach balls. It was simple and perfect. We were camping a short walk from the shore so we could clean up, eat, and come back for more... and more.
We stayed until Little Smith's 7PM bedtime and then daddy wrestled him back to camp to try to get him to sleep and I stuck around to watch the sunset. Everyone was gone, it was just me and my camera. Alone. Listening to the soft waves and smelling campfire.
Just as the sun was setting the people started to come back. Blankets were laid down, children slid on sandy rocks, a boy around the same age as Little Smith scrambled in the sand. I am such a stickler for our schedule. 7PM. That's it. No exceptions. I'm chicken to break the rules because he sleeps so well and I worry any deviation will jinx our great luck.
Watching all the fun though, on this perfect summer night filled with families, I wanted my boys there. So I ran back to camp. I heard Little S still protesting sleep as I got close and I called out through the trees to the tent.
We joined the party... watched the older kids play, the sun set and the moon rise. We had fun breaking the rules. We'll definitely do it again.