It felt so good to roast hot dogs over the fire, well, to watch my hubs roast hot dogs over the fire (insert laugh here). Waylon and I were far too bust filling our faces with Doritos and salsa while the other boys shot their bow and arrows.
The surrounding mountain views and chirping chicks made the world around me feel very unreal. Almost as if it was to good to be true. The smells of fresh cut grass as Chris passed through the yard...It was a perfect day! A perfect Sunday.
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