If the weather cooperates, most years we take a short camping trip during the first weekend of November. To me, perfect camping weather requires jeans and a sweatshirt during the day and bundling up in a heavy sleeping bag at night. That's pretty much what we got this year. Unfortunately, my perfect camping weather is inappropriate for the two and under crowd, but, fortunately, this meant Jameson and I got to spend some time with just each other.
The scenery was beautiful and the hikes were nice, but the highlight of the weekend was lying in the tent at night with Jameson pondering the mysteries of life. I can barely recall what was said, but I can clearly remember the smile that wouldn't leave my face. It was a smile that arose from a remarkable mix of pride, whimsy, admiration, awe and endearment. Nights like those are nourishment for the soul. Oh, and watching Jameson pee on a tree like a man was cool, too.