Last night was amazing. The crackling fire and the shine of the stars painted such a beautiful picture across the night sky, and the way the moonlight glistened over the shimmering lake was magical, but what really made this whole trek worth it, was spending it with Him.
As I walked up over the hill from the lake I saw Dan, hands full, with a strained look on his face. “Babe, grab that bag for me, will ya?” “No problem, Hun.” I said as I skipped over and picked it up, Dan and I now making our way back toward the SUV.
Little dust clouds flew as Dan loosened his grip on the rucksack he carried, dropping it next to him, the unbalanced weight of the bags he still held made him tip to his side. In an attempt to catch himself, he stumbled sideways, “Whoaaoaah.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched him plop down with a soft thud. “Awe, did poor baby get a boo boo?” I said with a motherly accent. He stuck his tongue out like a jealous 3 year old before standing. “Come on.. Lets just get this stuff put away.”