I have to let you know

that when we travel, it is serious business. It's a family affair. And when it's a family affair, we take e v e r y t h i n g we own with us. And I mean everything. In the last month, we've been to Boise three times. Three times. And because my dear husband would rather have money in the bank than money into vehicles, we drive this little truck when we travel: And I sit in the middle. With my knees up to my chin.

Morgan sits in the passenger. Bella sits in the back. And we feel like r e a l hillbillies when we roll into town.

But really, honestly, truly, no matter how much I complain, I love that little truck. I (sort of) love how squinched we get, with knees up to chins and elbows in ribs. I love my sweet little boy and how he melts my heart. And my money-concious husband and how we always seem to have the best time when we travel because we end up laughing and cracking ourselves up......and because we get to really t a l k. And try to solve the world's problems. And play games like 'name that song' whistling style. Or twenty questions.

I start to remind myself that things very rarely stay the same, and things will not always be like they are now. I tell myself to own my life. To treasure it. Right now. It's mine, wherever I am, whatever things I have or don't have. And really, honestly, truly, my cup runneth o'er.

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Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Philppians 4:11.