I made my decision and stood up. The way she looked up at me, her eyes wet with barely held-back tears, wide and vulnerable, reinforced that it was the right choice. I held out my hand to her and she took it. I started to lead her to the tent.
We got about halfway there when she stopped and her eyes got really wide.
"s**t! I, uh, left something in the car. Go to the tent, this will take like 30 seconds."
I shrugged and got in the tent. I stripped down and relaxed. Nothing had happened and I was hard as a rock. I hoped that wherever she was, Mom was really ok with this. Thinking back on everything, I think she was. I think if she were alive she would have sat down by the fire and told us to have fun. And maybe enjoyed listening to the noises that she heard. Nothing made her happier than
