Home.

We made it. In spite, of the 8 bathroom stops we made in the last fours of the drive.

We didn't even unload. Seeing Grandma and Grandpa and decorating for Christmas were the first priority. And decorating is so much easier without all the stuff from vaction laying around. I was going to keep it simple. But I failed to realize just how helpful the boy's have become. They put out the villiage, decorated the tree and talked their Dad into letting them climb on the roof to put up lights.

It feels so good to be back in a king size bed (instead of a full), cooking over a 4 burner stove, building fires in the wood burning stove ….. home.

I didn’t have internet the last week and still want to post the last leg of our trip. We made the trip home in 3 day’s. 3.long.days. A 400 mile day, a 700 mile day and a 500 mile day.

The kids were great. Really great. Mike was great when he stopped on our way to Bandera at a Barnes and Noble to pick up the next 2 volumes of Louise L’Amore on CD.

 It made the drive all the more bearable.

This trip was a dream. A gift. I’m not a dreamer. It’s a bummer, I know. But this just means I am easily surprised and very grateful for small things which are big moments. Cotton growing beside the rode, dolphins riding the wake of a boat, snuggling up to hear Dad read to the kids, great weather, my brother and family, peace in the kids, southern food, simple living, and life together in a small cozy space.

God was so gracious to show us his beauty and strength in the country and the people. He  kept us safe and provided the means to make this trip possible. We didn’t stop, couldn’t stop thanking Him. Mike, in his prayers apologized for sounding repetitious.

Thank you Jesus for the memories, the means, the time and the safe travel. We are so grateful. So very grateful.