My little one had an end of the year school BYOP(icnic) and it was a lot of fun.  We had our wolf quilt spread across the grass, our wicker picnic basket stocked with goodies, and our hoyden was running wild with a bubble gun.  We could hear the shrieks and laughter as other children chased after the glistening bubbles floating in the air.  It was such an old fashioned thing … and so simple; a picnic.  People were outdoors with phones down and I did not see one kid playing a video game.  The Texas heat was not yet unbearable and time pleasantly slowed.  I can remember SO many picnics on my great grandmother’s quilt with my parents at White Rock Lake; the anticipation of long summer nights just around the corner.  Mama would watch me while Daddy snoozed on his grandmother’s quilt.  I would run and go swing just like our girl did.  We closed the playground down and took the last train out … literally, on Stanley the Steam Engine.  Pictured here is our little one happy, red-faced, and disheveled after having taken her seat on the train.  Nutrition and fitness consultant Liz Applegate said, “There’s something for everybody at Picnic Day.”  Indeed there was; BYOP was not just a bring your own picnic; it was family, food, and fun.