Seeing all of you was a bonus in addition to the driving hours we accumulated on the trip. Only eleventy billion more miles to go before my teenagers have logged their requisite sixty hours needed to be fully licensed drivers. I have callouses in strangely unexpected places from many miles logged in the copilot seat.
The price we pay as parents.
Grant won his class spelling bee. He ironically won when he correctly spelled m-u-s-s-e-d. A word he not only spells, but he lives as well. Grant is the poster child of "mussed". From his mismatched socks to his baggy shorts and ratty shirts, he LIVES mussed.