day and she realizes, horror of horrors, that she somehow managed to miss lunch
it won’t do to just have dinner and be done with it. She must have her lunch first, then dinner.
wide world just may come to a screeching halt if three square meals aren’t
consumed in one day and no amount of explaining or sweet-talking can change her
mind at the end of a long, two-meal summer day.
Although I couldn’t care less about making sure breakfast comes before
lunch, I have to keep records in my own particular order. We have just begun some summer road trips and
I can’t even think of documenting them until last summer’s road trip that has
been sitting in my “drafts” has been published.
me still craves her own kind of order in life.
iPhone . They are far from fabulous as
far as photography goes. But they
capture precious moments in time. And as
you know, I love to do that. These
pictures document my falling in love with road trips.
document the places where I feel in love with Dave twenty-some years ago.
some good adventures along the way. I
won’t go into detail, but sometimes just having a picture re-tells the full
story to the ones who were there. To the ones it means the most to.
Of course we had to go touch the temple because that’s what we do.
I sure hope we can make that happen this year.
…and walking through Dave and my old “stomping grounds” where we fell in love:
Best road-trip toy:
…and these are the books we listened to. The above one is a great book for kids. Loved it. There’s more about the actual book version over HERE.
And I know I’ve mentioned this one before:
Everyone should read that book, so interesting. I am STILL planning on writing a review soon because it’s made me think a lot.
Lots of hours in the dark listening to this while these girls did this:
Our windshield became a graveyard for them.
We had a really interesting hotel experience late, late, late in the night. I wrote about it back HERE, but the only picture I got was this the next morning:
Had to drive the girls down the strip so they could see all that hoopla.
Out-of-seatbelt-stretches at drive-ins:
Nothing like being enclosed in a car for hours on end for some girl bonding.
There we go, all documented.
Now I’m ready to bring it on for this year.