As the sun rolled out of sight, the night was calm and quiet--except the kids clamoring for a campfire.
The stillness came again as we all sat around the little fire and watched the flames flicker and jump into the darkness.
The kids sat peacefully looking for the perfect roasting spot and enjoying the sticky sweetness of melted marshmallows.
The quiet of the night permeated the spirit and in the flickering light voices softened and murmured about moments in the day or in the past or in the future.
Here wrapped in the familiar comfort of our family, we paused and listened from the heart. A gift of the campfire.
That pic is pretty sweet:). Gives me the camping itch!!!
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