Homeward Bound

As I write this, we are cruising along I-80 crossing the fog banked allegheny mountains, on our way back "home" for the first time in seven years. Our son has never seen NJ, never been west of the Mississippi, never seen the ocean, never met family.
Until now.
We, as a family, struggled with the concept of a 22 hour car ride, but things worked out beautifully. We have driven through 7 states, slept in several hotels and ate several roadside picnics. As the last few days passed, I find myself more lenient, less driven and more relaxed.
I'm tingling with anticipation with seeing the area where I met, fell in love with and married the Big Man. I'm excited to see friends and family. I'm looking forward to eating foods not readily available in south dakota. And I'm excited to just be homeward bound.