We made it. In record time – we clocked in at just {barely} under 7 hours, at 6:59. The beauty of driving in the middle of the night.

It’s so much easier all across the board. 75 has a fair amount of construction at the moment. I don’t know about you, but my idea of torture is sitting in traffic with a 15 month old.

I’m not sure HOW in the hell FoH knows the second – literally, People, the actual second – the car stops, but he does.

The minute Brother pulled the keys out of the car, his eyes flew open. He was instantaneously wide awake. Thankfully after 35 minutes of playing and us unloading the car, I was able to get him back to sleep. I was hoping he’d sleep in, but four hours later, we were both up and I decided the best thing to do was Brutus.

Because, yes, I live for these summer breakfast mornings Up North.

Maman arrives tonight and I couldn’t be more thrilled. How lucky are we. Family in the best place in The Universe.