Traveling home.

We left the Camp-out early due to other appointments and a sick child. We drove overnight, exhausted from having such a good time.

Somewhere in the darkest dark of Iowa I was the only one left awake to drive. My son in his car seat, head tilted to the side on his plush toy. His face only momentarily luminated by passing headlights. My wife sleeping in the passenger seat but still grasping my arm. My mind on the last 1700 miles of making memories. All happy thoughts. The teardrop has made bonding concrete.

 

Beautifully expressed!