ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Our family had become quite comfortable living in my aunt & uncle’s home. We had unpacked #allthethings. I came home from the Convention excitement to find that my sweet husband had moved everything to the living room so I could pack more easily. I hadn’t heard of a tornado passing through the area, but it sure looked like one touched down and created this mess! What in the world?!
After kissing the kids goodnight, I embarked on a seemingly impossible task to get it all organized and packed into the car before our 5am wake-up and early departure. It literally took all. Night. Long. to finish. I didn’t sleep a wink, but I did it!
— Let me take an aside here for just a minute. I’ve had numerous people make comments before when I’ve said something about packing for the hubs. It’s unfair, he’s lazy, he’s a big boy. I’ve heard all the things. This is how we roll. When it comes to packing in our home – I do it! Because I love it. And maybe I’m the tiniest control freak when it comes down to it. Probably not, but maybe. But I really do love the challenge of packing more what appears possible. I’m weird like that. And well, I’m good at it. Maybe your family works differently. A healthy relationship should include each spouse communicating, lifting each other up, and working together toward a more fruitful and Christ-honoring marriage. If you’ve got that, those small details of who does what shouldn’t matter. So no need to shame anyone here; we’re all good. —
Okay, phew! Got that off my chest.
So off we drove from Salt Lake City toward our next destination of KC. We watched the sunrise over the mountains as we headed toward the flatlands and farmlands of the midwest. There’s not much to see along the way, but I found a tour for us to take of the old Wyoming State Penitentiary. The kids had so much fun experiencing first-hand the prison cells, and learning what inmate life was like in this historical prison. They heard fascinating stories that will be a topic of discussion for weeks to come, at least. (some definitely belonged in the PG13 category, but we’ll just use those as teaching points. Lol) Note: this also serves as a forewarning for anyone whose kids might be playing with ours in the near future – we apologize in advance if they teach them about the gas chambers, the julian gallows, or handmade knives used to kill guards. Um, yeah. The place was hardcore.
We continued on toward our final destination for the night – small town, Nebraska. The town was slightly lacking in the fun-activity category, so we passed the time before dinner with a visit to the Cabela’s headquarters. This was probably NOT the ideal Father’s Day, but I’m thankful my hubby is a great sport. Besides, we had survived another day on the road and I went to sleep satisfied that I had traveled through one new state in my bucket-list quest to eventually visit all 50.
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