Words and images. Images and words. They are intertwined here. When there are no inspiring images, there also seem to be no words.
Perhaps I need to take Sawyer's advice (see photo above) and find a new perspective to be inspired, either to take more photos or write more words.
We spent the Thanksgiving holiday like most - enjoying time off from school and work, spending time with family, enjoying good food, and spending lots of time on the road.
Last Wednesday night was our first of three Thanksgiving dinners. We made the short trip to Grammy and Pappy's house to spend part of the holiday with Josh's immediate family. Grammy, a long-time ER nurse, was working this holiday.
Thursday morning we packed up and headed out early. We traveled across the state and back, first to spend time with my extended family in the morning and early afternoon in the far western part of the state and then back to the central part of the state to spend late afternoon and evening with Josh's extended family.
It was a twelve-hour day, with a little over five hours of total driving. The boys did well, all things considered.
We lost Connor between the first and second meal, an invitation to spend the rest of the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa at the lake, as an only grandchild, was too much for him to resist.
Part of our drive shared the same road, before we headed to our next meal and they headed another direction back to the lake. They followed us for a while, but at Connor and Grandma's urging, they eventually came flying around us on a straight stretch of road. It was a silver streak of Camaro with a little boy grinning from the back seat.
Yes, he was enjoying himself already.
Friday Josh went back to work for the first day of his double-shift, and the twins and I very purposefully did not do anything. We played outside, enjoying one of the last warm days of the season.
Saturday we headed down to the lake to visit ourselves. We spent the day outside again, enjoying the sunshine before the rain and cold moved back in on Sunday.
And then we came back home in time for the boys to get to bed on Sunday night.
Back to school. Back to work. Back to reality ...
