The weather cooperated last night, with only a few drops of rain, as many of us gathered around the campfire and roasted marshmallows and hotdogs and made smores. It was a lot of fun to see and hear many of our kids running around playing games – we had horseshoes, cornhole, tic-tac-toe toss, hula hoops, and other great stuff – while the grownups told stories and reminisced about the good old days. (For some, the good old days were the ’80s and ’90s… for some, the good old days were a little before that, but we’ll leave it there.)
Our fun was briefly brought to a halt, as we mourned the passing of Hoppy the Toad, who unwisely bounded back and forth in the road one too many times. Very sad, given how little traffic there was, but the lesson is: never play in the road. A couple of the children said a prayer for our little amphibian friend and then we carried on the way Hoppy would have wanted us to.
After about 4 hours of fresh air, fun, and fellowship, we wrapped it up about 11 o’clock, leaving the large pecan tree limbs decorated with glow sticks.
FYI, we’ll try to do another campfire night before the weather gets too warm!