I didn’t really learn much in the Girl Scouts besides how to sell cookies, but I was one.
My Dad however, was a Boy Scout for a very long portion of his life and I’ve watched him build fires a number of times.
That came in handy last night when my cousin and I got to the air b&b and there was a fire pit. The little ones wanted to make s’mores and my cousin had zero idea how to start a fire.
So…I was at bat. I had some soft wood (thank goodness), and 3 pieces of gift tissue to use as kindling.
It started up though and while the youngest little determined she did not, in fact, appreciate fire or want a s’more, the older one was all about the marshmallowy goodness.
I’m just pretty proud of myself for getting it going. I wasn’t sure I could. It was a nice little fire.
I needed that little ego boost. I needed this trip. I needed for the littles to read to me and want to play games with me.
To laugh really hard with my cousin when it down-poured on us while we were trying to put the girls in the car.
Just to laugh.
It’s been good.
Photo by me.