
A bonfire with our friends was fairly close to perfection. There was much laughter, campfire food and pleasantly chilly temperatures.

My boy liked the hay. He didn't even eat it.

My [almost] 11-month-old son liked whatever his 4-year-old friend, Luke, was saying.

The girls loved these flashlights. And the kids and their daddies loved the mock hayride with blankets in the bed of an electric truck.

And I loved my boy in his hat. Seriously.
What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful group of wonderful, wonderful, wonderful friends. Love you guys!
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