When it’s a high of 78, with not an ounce of humidity in the air and the sweetest of summer breezes blowing through, you pitch a tent.

The Hilton of all tents, that is.

You go all out … the sprinkler, the pool, all the toys — literally all the toys that are in sight and then some — and let’s not forget the smores.

Lots of smores. Because: cousins, camping in the backyard and summer.

My life feels so ridiculously full of love and perfection right now.