i remember. . .

• feeling the desert breeze at night wafting through the window like silent waves of cool air.
• my achilles tendon being sore from standing on the pegs of the dirtbike the whole previous ride.
• waking to see the cacti back lit by the moonlight.
• the smell of the burning wood in the fire.
• the sight of victoria standing on the toilet flusher with both feet, hands on the rim and jumping up and down until she could "do it herself."
• the look of complete satisfaction when she threw a rock, detached a berry and retrieved said berry without getting a sticker. "i did it!"
• watching christopher as he set to work building his fire ring wearing his little dirtbike gloves.
• listening to my husband as he got up to check on the safety and whereabouts of the dogs
• lying on the bed and thinking "it doesn't get much better than this."