Coming home from such an amazing weekend is a bit hard. We got to see so many friends and family, it's always hard to come home knowing we won't see some of them for a very long time, maybe even never again. We missed Dan & Karen's family, who all got diagnosed with the flu just days before.
As usual, I have loads of unpacking, laundry, and work to do, so I only have time to quickly write something that I don't want to forget-- it doesn't have a picture to jog my memory. For reference:
10-hour drive on Thursday, 6-hour drive on Friday, 5.5 hour drive on Sunday, 9-hour drive on Monday. All-in-all, 30 hours in the car in a 5-day period. That's a lot of time in the car!
{Setting} We're about half-way done with our Sunday drive, exhausted from such a whirlwind activity, anxious to get to my parent's, when Tyson pipes up, again, with the most annoying, persistent noises. Like a broken record, he just keeps going and going.
Randy: "Tyson! Stop! Why do we have to keep telling you to stop?!"
(Immediately, without even a single-breath's thought) Tyson: "Because I am young and immature..."
Annoyed feelings gone, replaced by shock and laughter. It didn't get us to our destination any quicker, but it sure lightened up the mood in the car.
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