This was quite a journey back home. We started out early enough, it seems, leaving Satellite Beach some time before ten in the morning. We said goodbye to the ocean, and goodbye to Nana and Ba-Ba. It was a short week, but a nice and relaxing one nevertheless. Daddy finished a book, reading out there on deck overlooking the Atlantic. Madison spent a lot of time coloring, or watching the latest season of "Jessie." Mommy and her parents spent a lot of time together this week, which is what the holiday and week is all about. We were grateful for the chance to get down here, and even if it is a monster drive, it's all worth it for a chance to be with family.
Our salt-coated car left the beach, and yes we got to see a Disney Cruise ship at Port Canaveral as we left, wistfully imagining ourselves just getting on to go on a tour of the Caribbean. Maybe next time.
Unfortunately, right there on I-95 there was a major six-car accident that sort of had us stuck for an hour. And it was sort of sloppy from there on. By the time we got to Atlanta, the traffic was gone because it was so late! Daddy fueled up on some random caffeine-laden drink called "Amp," and we were all jamming on Christmas tunes all the way back - along with the usual Perry Stone CD series somewhere in the middle. Madison was reading, watching movies and creating artwork in the backseat. At one point, we asked her if she could take a nap, and in less than two minutes, she was out cold, sleeping for a good bit.
We're blessed and highly favored with this car, which ran smoothly all the way home, without incident. It handles well too. We saw a few wrecks here and there, each one reminding us how blessed we were in our journey, and even though it was dark and late when we got home, we were there safely in the end.
And even though we're back so soon, we're back with smiles on our faces from a nice trip to Florida, and the beach.
Our salt-coated car left the beach, and yes we got to see a Disney Cruise ship at Port Canaveral as we left, wistfully imagining ourselves just getting on to go on a tour of the Caribbean. Maybe next time.
Unfortunately, right there on I-95 there was a major six-car accident that sort of had us stuck for an hour. And it was sort of sloppy from there on. By the time we got to Atlanta, the traffic was gone because it was so late! Daddy fueled up on some random caffeine-laden drink called "Amp," and we were all jamming on Christmas tunes all the way back - along with the usual Perry Stone CD series somewhere in the middle. Madison was reading, watching movies and creating artwork in the backseat. At one point, we asked her if she could take a nap, and in less than two minutes, she was out cold, sleeping for a good bit.
We're blessed and highly favored with this car, which ran smoothly all the way home, without incident. It handles well too. We saw a few wrecks here and there, each one reminding us how blessed we were in our journey, and even though it was dark and late when we got home, we were there safely in the end.
And even though we're back so soon, we're back with smiles on our faces from a nice trip to Florida, and the beach.
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