I am grateful to be at beaver camp witch Cooper and his colony.
I am grateful for Coop. He was here with no parent last night. He’s been on sleepovers, but this kind of thing is new. He did great, keeping his stuff together, managing himself well and having fun with his pals, by all accounts.
I am grateful for a full day: capture the flag, songs and games, a hike with a scavenger hunt, songs and skits by the campfire.
I am grateful for a sky clear enough and water still enough that you could pick out constellations in the reflection on the lake her by the water’s edge tonight.
I am grateful for a comfy bed here in my tent, at a reasonable bedtime hour. Man, I am bushed.