Driving from South Carolina on the last day of our trip, we listened to Arabian Nights, 5 kids fighting over a pen, the Christian music on Bill's Ipod (all 6 songs), and James' very moist raspberries.
When we rolled up to the house at 5 pm, Bill and I jumped out of the van to hear the bugle play "Retreat" and we stopped to stand at attention. Inside the van the kids, all unaware, were telling poopy diaper jokes and giggling. Outside was a big, airy quiet broken by the music in the distance. It felt like the perfect welcome home. :)
Soon, pictures of Orlando!
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