Not Going To Whine...

Just give the facts. It's the end of July. We went camping for 5 days. It's the end of July. The sun came out for 1 half day. ONCE. The other days it did not appear or only appeared around 4 or 5. It's the end of July. I was wearing socks, shoes, jeans, sweatpants, a long sleeve shirt, a short sleeve shirt, TWO fleece sweatshirts and my Dad's snazzy green fisherman's type windbreaker. All at the same time. Everyday. I smelled good. It was cold. We sat around the campfire. All day. We played at the beach.We made smores. We snuggled close. We ate crabs and clams. We woke up to sounds of raccoons. Every night. The raccoons got into our cooler and we awoke to find paw prints there and a loaf of bread gone. The raccoons freaked me out a bit. It was July. We curled up in our beds. Snuggling. Layered in many layers. Laughing that we had also brought shorts to sleep in. We had 8 campsites. 20 kids. 18 adults. The kids explored. Rode bikes. Whined. Played in the sand. We journeyed 15 minutes north to find the sun one day. We enjoyed the warmth of the sun. The kids played in the warm sand. Some went crabbing. Some found sand dollars. We stopped at the cheese factory on the way home. Watching them make cheese and ice cream. Then, we had to try some ice cream for ourselves... White licorice. Cookies and cream. Cookie dough. Peaches and cream. Peppermint candy. Strawberry cheesecake. Coffee almond fudge. Yum. We drove home. Stripping sweatshirts off as we got closer to home. Happy to watch the thermometer climb. Loving the warmth as we pulled into the driveway. Unpacked. Found the camera that had been missing. Made dinner. Pulling meat out of crab legs. Sweating at my kitchen sink. Loving every second of it.