We left town last Wednesday morning prepared to drive all day: coffee, carrots, fruit snacks, books, magnets, movies. We drove ALL DAY, but we made it. A few months apart cannot rub off the familiarity of a person, and once we got to Iowa our kids played together, and quarreled, like they'd just spent a week together at the beach.
We returned late last night, equal parts rested and spent, muscles sore from long car rides and heavy lifting. And from laughing. Soreness that feels, more than anything, like a grateful hymn.