All educated on fire-building from a week in the wilderness with Ron, Jake started his first fire this weekend. Ron had taken the girls out for Mary’s birthday dinner (Mary, 2 friends and 2 sisters). Jake, Annie and I stayed home. I made burgers and Jake offered to build a fire outside. It was totally impromptu: Jake just offered, I agreed, and he got to work. He lit his first match.
Then he got the fire going. Honestly, it was an amazing fire. It went for hours, with a little tending from the master himself.
He and I had a great time talking, catching up after a week apart. He told me all about the snow, the cold dinners, the views, and his talks with his dad. I just relished in the evening. It was relaxed and festive and had the warmth of a reunion–a mother/son reunion, in this case.