It's no wonder Henry's rocks barely made it to water. The rocks he chose were equal to him in weight.
While Henry and dad had a their rock skipping contest, Sam and I enjoyed the cool (okay, slightly warm) breeze from the lake and the peaceful evening.
It's been so dry, the grass was crunchy under Sam's feet.
It was a fun evening. One I look forward to repeating again soon. I’m even trying to convince Wade that a night...make that several nights...under the stars with the boys should be on our To Do list this fall. There's just something about spending a quiet evening near water. It's peaceful. It's calming. It rejuvenates my soul and never fails to remind me of the most important things in life.