I had the privilege of sending my hubby and son away for a camping weekend. That's sounds weird, I know. The privilege lay in the blessing of having a husband who is intentional in parenting our children. The two of them picked their campground, made their menu, packed their gear, and left on a three-day trip for just the two of them. I wished I could be a fly on the wall tent to watch their interaction.
As a husband of a scrapper, my sweetie knew to take plenty of pictures to document their time. They ate, fished, ate, biked, ate, played baseball, ate, listened to the Phillies, and ate. You get the idea. The two of them came back dirty and tired, but excited and refreshed in their precious relationship.
We girls had fun scrapping and garage saleing, but we honestly missed our guys. Now to attend to the new piles of laundry.
3 comments:
Looks like a great weekend! Beautiful photos!
What fun for the guys. And what a great hubs to take all those great pictures for you. how sweet.
That was so much fun
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