For as far back as I can remember, I have loved camping. Everything about it gets me excited: sleeping in a tent, building campfires, cooking breakfast, making smores and having the remnants of eating them all over your face, hearing the leaves crunching under your feet at the campsite. I even enjoy smelling like campfire smoke in the mornings. Luckily for me, Eric enjoys it just about as much as I do. We decided to celebrate our anniversary one more time with an overnight getaway to our favorite place, Branson: home of the Baldknobbers, Silver Dollar City, southern gospel music, pork rinds, funnel cakes, antique shopping and world class people watching. But the best part about this place is our favorite campground, Compton Ridge. The last time we were here, I was about 22 weeks pregnant with Nora, so we were long overdue for a campout. Grandma Eberspacher drove down from Nebraska and watched Nora for the weekend so we could get a little time away by ourselves. This trip came at the perfect time after a few stressful weeks and was just what the doctor ordered. Below is a hodge-podge of snapshots from our weekend.