#2,526 Campfire Songs.
by Erin Napier
Tonight after a dinner of Ben’s mama’s homemade chicken and dumplings, we went outside around the firepit and persuaded our nephew Jared to bring a guitar and show us how good he’s gotten since we last saw him. We had brought marshmallows, graham crackers, Hershey bars and crunchy peanut butter (my particular s’more filler of choice) home from the grocery store and spent a couple hours blurting out every random song we could think of, old and new, and slowly but surely Jared would start quietly, then more confidently, plucking the songs into existence. He’s brilliant and will probably figure out how to cure cancer someday so it’s not all that surprising to see how he picks up instruments so easily.
What is it about a fire on a cold night that makes it easy to make some of our best memories around?
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I’m Erin Napier, co-owner of Laurel Mercantile Co. and Scotsman Co. with my husband, Ben. I’m an artist and he’s a craftsman and we help people moving to our town find and restore old houses on HGTV’s Home Town. In an effort to count my blessings, this journal has documented only the good things that happen on each and every day of my life since January 1, 2010. I am a wife, a daughter, a homebody, a bubble bath lover, a book reader, a sentimental, stressed out, slightly obsessive southerner. Welcome!