It’s the moment in the car, the one when I feel like I’m going to lose my shit in between shouts of:

Stop touching me’s!

And:

I was playing with it firsts’!

Where I am cursing Brother and I for handing over our phones for car ride entertainment.

Where I am questioning WHY in god’s good name we decided to do something as foolish as pack three kids and ourselves up and take this freak show on the road.

When.

The Lull hits. The calm after the storm. I look in the rear view mirror and they’re all holding hands and I think:

Yes, this is why. This is love. This is family.