They have my heart, they do.
Middle of the woods at a mountain campground in Colorado. Complete with a stream. Barefoot all afternoon on a slow Sunday, splashing and poking the fire with sticks and picking flowers for Mommy and Auntie Julie, and cooing at baby Matthew, playing with Kaylynn, and cooking hot dogs and s’mores.
If that’s not a recipe for summer perfection, I’m not sure what is.