Three days at the inlaws and three days at my family's house. What joy it brings me to
But the heat is another story. Holy cow I'm not use to that stuff anymore. Where the sidewalk actually burns your legs because the heat coming off of it. Where you jump around screaming because the seat belt buckle just burnt the crap out of your hands and the steering wheel feels like a branding iron. Yeah, I have made all that a distant memory that is soon to be relived.
But my kids... my kids are so excited. They both woke up and immediately started packing the rest of their things singing "We're going to Texas!" I love seeing them with their grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. And I feel a twinge of pain that they don't get that more than once or twice a year.
Yeah, our trips are hectic and take a tremendous amount of work, but totally worth it. I get to hug my mom. I get to play chess with my dad. I get to laugh with my sisters, I get to snuggle with my nephew, and I get to drink beer with my brother in law... Yeah, Texas rocks! See you guys on the flip side.