We’re driving “home” this weekend for a Radiant wedding. Really, home is wherever we are, together, so technically home is this minivan. But also, home is where your mama is, so that’s Texas for a few more days. Then my mama will come and live with us for a few months, so that will make it very homey.
Typically, I get all maudlin about being in Texas and belonging but not belonging, but I don’t have time for that this weekend. We’ll be swooping in, suiting up in formal gear, crying a tiny tear or two, and then swooping back to KC.
Currently, I have convinced the MOG to give my eardrums a break and so the van is relatively quiet, due in part to my wearing decoy earbuds so all the mini-people think I can’t hear them.
We’ve made this drive a lot, and it seems to get longer every time. This is Tristan’s first trip… so far he’s mostly slept, with one pull over to the shoulder and feed me NOW demand.
I’m typing this on my phone, so great is my dedication.