There are some nights when you miss camping and road tripping so much that you just need to make a little yard fire. Jack thought so too. He made this beautiful fire that he and I are sitting next to. He thought that we were just playing with sticks, but I know we were making lasting memories. It’s those small moments that may seem insignificant that matter the most and have lasting affects. 
I don’t know what we were discussing. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I was there to listen and love him no matter what the conversation was. If I had to guess he was trying to explain something complex to me. He likes to do that…I get lost half way through the story and he thinks mama is being silly. It all works out! HA!! 