She wanted to have a camp out in the backyard, but I realized that for the first time in my life, I don’t own a tent. A blanket on the ground. Sheets held up by clothespins. A string of white Christmas lights. Hot dogs on the grill and marshmallows and makeshift s’mores and watermelon dripping down our arms. Reading bedtime books with the sheets gently flapping. Staying up a bit late to lay on our backs and look up into the trees. Perfection.