SLEEP......
does not know a 2 year old,
doesn't happen with blustery winds,
is interrupted when it rains,
stinks when the air matress has a small hole in it,
stops when Candian geese decide to visit,
and becomes a luxury when tent camping.
BUT WHILE CAMPING......
we unplugged,
unwound,
threw rocks in the lake,
ate hotdogs,
roasted marshmellows,
jumped puddle rocks,
made forts,
sat and talked,
snuggled,
shared,
played with nothing but nature,
discovered,
loved,
and realized we can sleep other nights.
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