Oh home, how I missed thee. There's really nothing like being in your own home again after being gone for 11 days. Sure, it's a mess and we don't have any food, but it's home and it's mine.
We left Branson at 8:30 last night and began the last leg of our journey home. My husband is a stud and was able to drive nearly the whole way while the kids were asleep. Considering how much Macy hates car rides, driving at night was really the only tolerable way to make the 12 hour trip. We did stop and rest for about an hour and a half once we passed the Alabama state line, but we were still able to make it home before 10:30 this morning.
Its been a long day and I'm ready to get some rest. Thank you for all the safe journey prayers you sent our way! They worked.
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