Most of my fondest memories of my Daddy are around a camp fire. I've told Jared for years I would love to have a fire pit in the back yard. I can remember eating pizza on a Friday night in June sitting out back at Dad's with a fire going. Yes, in June...in the dessert. We just sat far enough away not to feel the heat :)
Let alone all the actual camp fires. Most of our time with Dad was spent in the mountains camping. Dad cooked my first rainbow trout over a camp fire.
As soon as Richard unloaded it I started planning for our first camp fire! Cindy C. called and was chatting and I told her all about it. Since our hubbies had a board meeting we decided to try out the pit together and make a meal out of it! She brought us some hot dogs and marsh mellows.
|I attacked our brush pile for lots of kindling and we had a fire roaring in no time!|
|What a blessing to have a huge fenced in yard where the boys can just run!|
|Anneliese really loves to have her picture taken :)|
|It meant a lot that they loved it as much as I do!|
|Best buddies, Liesey kept asking him to sit by her :)|
Thank you Papa Richie, it means more than you could ever imagine. I love you!