I spent last weekend with some of my favorite men, and I taught the oldest how to assemble the wood in the fire pit to build a fire to roast marshmallows.
So much fun.
They call them "mess-mellows", which made it even more fun.
Such sweet little faces. Little mouths covered in gooey marshmallow goodness,roasting and toasting (and char-broiling) the treats, and then sharing them with me.
It reminded me how important these little people are to me, the ones that live nearby, and the ones that live in the biggest little city, and just how quickly time flies by.
I was reminded that my family truly is my greatest treasure, and everything else falls a distant second place.
