The night of all of the swingin', the whole family was outside.
Even Junie-girl.
We enjoyed one another's company, watching the kids swing with their Dad (HI, BROCK!), and a fire.
And until I saw this shot, I forgot there were s'mores.
I know mere s'mores don't explain the watch.
But this should.
While Jenna (HI, BOO!) and Motown Philly (HI, PHIL!) egged him on, Tom executed jump after jump for me. (HI, TOMMY! I'm still dizzy from watching you do these.)
Just so I could get this shot.
God bless boys who understand that fun is how you make it.
Good on ya, Tommy.
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