Go camping, even if it’s just in your backyard.

“At a brisk 92 degrees we were sweating as we set up our tent. The Backyard Campout was our idea after all, but holy smokes it would have been great to receive a reprieve from the Texas weather. [...] Here’s the thing: I had an image in my head of sleeping peacefully by myself as a breeze swept through the tent and I listened to the locusts chirp. The reality was I avoided rolling over too quickly so I wouldn’t summon a “To Infinity and Beyond” from my cot-mate Buzz while also pulling sweaty, sticky, toddler arms from around my neck most of the night.”

“When we woke up, it had cooled off and was a beautiful morning. I lay there and listen to the birds chirp and the boys breathing deeply, and I couldn't help but be so happy we had our backyard adventure. It wasn't the first time we'd done this, and it wouldn't be our last, but it was maybe our most inconvenient. [...] But, in spite of the busyness of the days leading up to it, I laid there that morning so grateful that we took the time to go on an adventure, even if it was small.”