Sometime after lunch on Saturday, seven people piled into a minivan in south Texas and started driving north.
Approximately 24 hours and 1,300 miles later, they were here:
Nothing that some neck pillows, audio books, podcasts and two very determined adults can't handle.
We drove into the arms of our dearest friends on the planet. Our time with them is short, but we are soaking it up as best we can (I'm currently on a wifi date with Alicia at Culver's). So fun to talk and surf, and know the kids are either swimming or on a playground, or swimming again, or hooping, or on the other playground!
Our husbands are talking or ... whatever it is that husbands do when they get together. Scratching?
Wednesday we head to Illinois, where we get to chill for five nights. There will be several surprises for the kids. Saturday we get to see old and new friends at the park.
Right now the husband and I are talking about doing the return trip in one fell swoop again. We'll see where we land this time next week. At this point, we still feel like super heroes.