Once again we were the first ones of our little group to show up at breakfast. We scarfed down our cheese omelet and cinnamon roll while we waited. Everybody else finally arrived (Even Josiah, with 15 minutes to spare).
We also began the goodbye sessions. Everybody left at different times, but all were eventually headed to our respective homes.
We had to make a quick stop about an hour into our trip. Yep. Buc-ees. We realized that we probably didn’t have enough gas to get home. And for the first time in many stops, they actually had egg, cheese and sausage biscuits. It was only a little after 11, but I couldn’t stand to pass them up. Guess what we had for lunch?
Then it was back on the road again. Next stop? Well … technically we had quite a few “next stops” if you count Houston traffic. But we finally pulled into our driveway at about 2:15. Not a bad time.
We found out when we got home that we weren’t the only one involved in wild and crazy celebrations. Seems Freddy got invited to a doggie birthday bash. Yep. Birthday hats. Doggie treat birthday cake. Frolicking with the Geran’s canines. The pictures look like she had a great time. Happy birthday, Rocky.
2 Timothy 1:7 says, For God has not given us a spirit of fearfulness, but one of power, love, a in nd sound judgment.
Father, thanks for our weekend with our kiddos. It was really fun. Amen.
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