My oldest likes her marshmallows burnt – totally charred on the outside, practically liquid in the center. My middle child likes them mostly fresh out of the bag, maybe just barely warmed up, if that. My youngest likes them like I do – patiently toasted to a golden brown, soft on the inside and with that slight crunch on the outside.
You cannot possibly do this wrong. If you build a fire with your children and sit around it with sticks and a bag of marshmallows, everyone will be happy.
This is true of so many things. Details don’t matter – gather your loved ones and put some joyous thing in the middle that everyone can experience in their own way. Let those ways take shape. Let the fellowship surround it all.
This is life, joyously lived.
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