Out of the past 9 days, we've traveled some far distances in the car 6 of those days. So when Nolan leans over today, squeezes my hand and says " Is it okay that even though I've had fun, I miss being home?" I completely get him. The fact that he even grabs my hand makes me melt a little and I quickly add it to my favorite trip moments list. It's a ginormous list, unwieldy, saturated. And every time I think it can't possibly contain one more thing- boom- the next great moment arrives.
We have two full days of driving left. The photos, the stories, the adventures are all coming- soon- very soon. Until then, know I am well, rested, over-fed and running extremely high on joy.