Yesterday Noah and Nate went up to Jenkinson Lake for their first Father/Son campout. It was also the first time Noah has slept anywhere but a crib, so we felt like it was a bit of a gamble. But rolling these dice paid off, and they both had a great time.
I wish I had been there, even just to watch. But I settled for a big 'monster hug' when they got home and a two year-old's summary of the events. I realized quickly after they left that Noah is kind of like the soundtrack of our family. The house was entirely too quiet without him there. I definitely prefer hearing things like, "Hi sweetheart Mommy," bulldozers being driven, and little feet running in the house over all of that quiet. I'm sure glad it was one night. And it's a good thing I have years to prepare before I send him off to scout camp, college or a mission. :-)