Dear Natalie,
We made it to the Motherland!
We spent a few minutes this morning revisiting Medora and trying to recreate some of the photos that we took in 2009.
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| 2018. We miss you, Natalie! |
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| Playing on the playground, 2018. |
Then, we hit the road. And slowly the rugged badlands smoothed out into rolling farmland. We drove past vast fields of bright, happy sunflowers as well as, for the first time in three weeks, fields of corn! I didn’t think I’d miss them, but the sight was oddly comforting. We are coming home.
Dad and I met up with our good friends the Breuchs for dinner, and enjoyed catching up with them, while Charlie and Clare ordered a Green Mill pizza, did a little bit of laundry (thank you, Clare!) and binge-watched HGTV.
Like clockwork, I’m to the point in the trip where I’m feeling exhausted and a little discouraged. I feel like this entire vacation has been spent in the car, and I’m wondering what, if anything, the kids got out of it, other than tons of screen time in the back seat. But I know that when I revisit the blog in a few days, I will instantly recall the spectacular scenery, the offbeat accommodations and the ordinary yet still somehow remarkable moments that make each trip so special.
Between our trip to Providence in June, a visit with Uncle Steve in Berkeley, time with friends in Napa, California, and this three-week trek, I have slept in 19 different places in the last 35 days. I am ready to get back to my own bed.
We missed you like crazy, Natalie. Thanks for coming along with us — virtually — on this trip. We will come to pick you up the day after tomorrow! What a summer! I will be so happy to have everyone back together.
I love you like crazy. Everyday and always.
Love, Mom
xoxoxo
Signing off, for now.
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