Week 25.
Anyone who knows me well has heard me complain about my car. So this is a bit of repentance, as I count my blessings. This week I was so grateful for our car, that can carry us from Arizona to Michigan without any trouble at all, and quite comfortably on top of that. It is nothing short of amazing to me that we can end up on the other side of America in just one day in the car. We slept the first night in Tulsa, Oklahoma and I asked David, "Can you believe that last night we were sleeping in Arizona?" It's a wonder, and a blessing. I married a boy who loves to take roadtrips. He grew up driving all over the country and has taught us (after he dug out my heels) to do the same. I am so grateful for his roadtripping spirit and for the blessing it has been to see the Black Hills, the Tetons, the boundary waters in Minnesota, Yellowstone, the Arch in St. Louis, the rolling green plains of Texas and Oklahoma, the profusion of green in Missouri, Indiana, and Illinois; and of course, to see Michigan, with its lakes and beaches and tree canopies, and family. What a blessing it is to be married to a man who thinks nothing of a good 30-hour roadtrip. And he's just getting started. On the way home he wants to stop at Niagara Falls. I pointed out that upper New York isn't actually on the way home...he said, "It is if you go the long way."