Down at the river...

there were four-wheelers running, little boys playing, a fire burning, parents relaxing, and Saturday was at its best.

Some friends of ours have a sweet place down by the river. We have been invited other times to go with them and just hang out, but the timing always seemed wrong or someone would get sick right before.

Today though, it all worked out for everyone. Our boys played with their boys at bamboo stick fighting, riding the trails, throwing twigs into the fire, swinging in the hammock and burping root beer. The stuff of which boys' dreams are made.

I was completely at peace watching the fun and staying warm by the fire. Peace and quiet all around my outside and all within my insides.

Thanks for a great day, friends.