The only thing separating us is a 4 hour drive. A 4 hour drive if you don't stop for McDonald's, diaper changes, feedings, hit traffic or accidentally take the 6 hour scenic tour. Driving with a 2 year old and a baby is an adventure it itself. I remind my husband, "it is the journey, not the destination," and "we need to live in the "in-between" moments." But sometimes, when one is crying, the other whining, and you just realized that the GPS that you were waiting on to tell you when to turn, did not have the volume on, and you just drove an hour and a half out of your way, it is hard to remember that. But when we arrive, and Mack's eyes light up seeing their golden retriever Gunner, and the excitement to see her cousin that Finley has been harnessing all day is let loose, you forget about everything else.
I talked to my mom after our trip, and told her how much fun we had, and how I wished that we lived closer. She told me to just always make an effort to see each other.
Even though sometimes it seems that the trip is so much more planning, and packing, and driving than actual visiting. And sleeping in a strange spot is not always easy on the kids, and therefore not easy on the moms. In the end it is these moments in life we will always remember and cherish, and talk about when our kids are all grown up.
There will be countless trips "up north" and "to the cities." They will not be moving to the city, and we won't be moving up north, but this itself is part of the adventure. We can share our city with them, and they can share the country with us.
Family really is what it is all about.
Love you guys, and miss you! It was so great to meet you, Mr. Willie.
*Photo overload. Usually I never take photos when I actually really want to. This time I made certain to capture a few moments.