There may or may not have been tears about who got to ride in the BIG BIG truck with Dad. And I thought I lucked out when he offered to have them both ride at the same time. But instead of falling fast asleep while my dad chauffeured me in a quiet car; I was on edge watching my entire life in the truck ahead of me.
We were fortunate enough to spend the first night in St. George with Dan's mom and Grandma. We were sad it was only for a short time, but grateful for their hospitality. They made sure to fill our bellies with a delicious breakfast and our hands with a bag full of fun toys for the ride.
Our boys were such troopers and the entire drive was less stressful than all of us anticipated. Thanks to some mad driving skills from my Dad and Dan, we made it to Idaho around 7pm Sunday night.