Last night, my neighbor Liz and I, along with our kids, went "camping" in her backyard in a makeshift attempt to pretend we were on vacation. It was a beautiful night. Bonfire. Tea lights. Pitcher of sangria. Outdoor screening of Inspector Gadget. The kids put on a midnight dance performance, with multicolored glow sticks, that rivaled the Blue Man Group. (Or maybe that was the vino talking.)
At some point in the wee morning hours, it began to rain. Second only to a backdrop of waves crashing on the shore, awakening to the sound of raindrops tapping a tent cover is really calming.
I need a real vacation right about now. And a nap.
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