About 2 months ago the kids, my mom, and I started a pretty dang long road trip known as the Epic Alo Road Trip 2014. We embarked on a few smaller ones earlier in the year but this one was the Daddy Mac.
It was…awesome/horrible. Like giving birth, it is somehow really cool and really terrible. You kick yourself for doing it but you wouldn’t change it and you’ll probably do it again, even though it’s the worst…because it’s also the best and why wouldn’t you do it again?
Road trips are strange.
Anyway, we were on the road, living out of the car and hotels for a week. I drove every stinking mile because I get righteously carsick when other people drive. So I just drooooooooooooove. And then we got to Maryland and snuggled and hugged Luke really tight like we might wake up from the dream. We couldn’t keep our limbs to ourselves. And then we posed in front of the boxes because it seemed like we probably should. (2 months later those boxes are mostly still there. Kill me.)