A Campfire and Heavy Hearts

It's that time of year again.  The time of good-byes.  College girl returned to Ohio Saturday, taking a piece of our hearts with her (again).  The going away to college is not a one-time affair.  It is a series of leavings...at the beginning of the school year, after Christmas break, after Spring break.  Over and over.  Four years' worth. 
Actually, the joyous reunions that precede the sad leave-takings look very similar from the outside:
Siblings jockey for position in the "hug" line. 
Mom and Dad wait until last, savoring the moment, throats tight, eyes stinging with unshed tears. 
This year, the oldest son (now a college boy himself) had to work early and miss saying good-bye.  He left her a sweet note, and she reciprocated.  Mom and Dad had to swallow a lump. 
Touching.
Bittersweet.
Necessary.
They must grow up.  They must spread their wings. It is good, but it is hard.
Our new college boy is spending his first year at the local community college. 
Next year the leave-taking will be his.

"There is an appointed time for everything,
and a time for every affair under the heavens..."  Ecc3:1

So, we say good-bye, and we say a prayer, and we try to remember this moment always as a reminder to cherish the time we have together.  
Here is how we decided to spend our time together Saturday evening.  The huge ledge outcropping in our back yard has a natural depression in it that makes a perfect fire pit.  It looks a little caveman-ish, but it is actually pretty neat. 

Please note the GRASS!  It came in nicely.

Grumpasaurus--no, they are not extinct!

And here are some bonus photos, taken by Sammy: