Last week my husband and my son spent the week in the Smoky Mountains camping. Like really camping, in a tent, with an open fire every day . . . roughing it, just the boys. The loved it! Bless Their Hearts! Well, I think my son loved it way more than my husband did, but that was totally the point.

The had a boys week and sat around doing what young men and grown men do together. I don't think my son showered for a week or changed his clothes. I unpacked his bag today, which I had packed for him before he left. . . and all his clothes were still neatly folded in the bag! I was amazed and disgusted at the same time. My son shrugged and stated, 'I went swimming everyday'. I'm not sure I can survive these years.