Without even so much as a whisper of a breeze.
(I know my family in Idaho won't be able to wrap their mind around that.)
When I told my sister we were sleeping on the deck she asked, "Why would you do that, when you have a perfectly good bed?"
Overhead...and the audio.
A distant train
The rainbird sprinklers click click clicking.
Even Pepperdog loved it.
Yes, she is snuggled in there..see the little tippy tip of her head.
My kids will note their Dad's scriptures tucked there by the sleeping bag...yes, he reads EVERY night - even when we are camping sleeping on the deck.
I love this man.
This steadfast man of God.
And that errant arm/hand that has gotten a bit chilly in the night air?
One of our favorite things is to tuck that back inside the warm sleeping bag - or better yet, tuck it inside the sleeping bad of the person who is snuggled next to you :0)
I live a blessed life.
Not a life without heartache - and concern.
BUT blessed - non the less.
p.s. Yes, we are sleeping on the deck again tonight and tomorrow and the night after that and the next night and......