And like that, Kris and I awoke and we had been married seven years. We said “Happy Anniversary” to each other and got ready to leave Pete and Char’s for a 14-hour drive.
We said our goodbyes to the whole family and loaded into the van for the long haul.
We stopped every two hours or so, depending on Ella’s nap schedule. We got Cinnabon. It tasted like butter, sugar, and childhood. It was nice to have three kids to eat the outside rings.
We drove another few hours and stopped for a combination diaper change/anniversary dinner.
I’m ecstatic this counts for romance.
We drove on, stopped for gas and coffee just before the border. And then made it home.
We did get one picture together!