Ever since I was a little girl, I could never resist a good road trip. Traveling with 8 girls could never have been easy for my dad. I remember good times in our 11 passenger van. Singing the hello song back and forth to each other so vigorously that the van would sway to and fro, or sleeping on the floor between the two captain's seats feeling the warmth of the engine below me or the treats we got to get on one of our numerous gas station pit stops are among my favorite memories of those road trips.
Well this time it was my girls turn to create some of those fond memories. In June we headed down to Mesa for my nephews wedding. It was fun for me to think of all of my sisters out on the road since each one of us made this same trip, allowing our children the chance to create those fun memories.
Along the way, we stopped at a trading post where we spent at least an hour admiring indian jewelry and cowboy boots. It was a great rest from the road. The girls loved the old stage coach and carved bear out front.
Along the way we sang songs, told stories, played DS games, watched videos, jammed to music and ate snacks. Good times!
2 comments:
Very good times..love you and the girls!
How come my road trips never look that fun? We usually arrive at our destination with my hair pulled out, Adam screaming, and someone with a sucker stuck to their hair.
i don't think we were made for long hours in the car!
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