Reaching the time in the day when the sun settles down and the moon wakes up, the air turns the sultry day into a chilly night. As the last of the beach goers leave, the only things that can be heard are the tides hitting the shore and the seagulls flying above our heads. My husband, Trent sets about to make a fire for the night. I call to my daughters to come change into their pajamas. After everyone changes and the fire blazes, the whole family sits around the fire wrapped in an enormous flannel blanket. The mixture of the heat radiating from each others' bodies, the fire and the heavy blanket warms all of our hearts. Brightly, the fire's orange and yellow flames contrasts against the indigo sky. Scattered across the sky, sparkling