A Mile A Minute

I can only imagine the thoughts going through Lindsay's mind right now. And I can't really imagine many thoughts are going through young Mabel's mind right now either...oh, maybe there are a few things like, "What is that tasty smell", or "Where is mommy?" Perhaps Mabes is even postulating, "When is this dang trip mommy and daddy are talking so much about going to start?...I want to smell some new smells!!"

Well, I can't help but think tonight, like the past few nights, is going to be a restless night. Lindsay's mind is probably moving at a mile a minute, and I can only imagine the borage of ideas, questions and suggestions I'm going to be dealt when I see her tomorrow for the first time in 2 weeks. There is nothing else is this crazy world that is most vital to me than the steady, youthful vigor pouring from Lindsay.

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The car is packed to the gills. Not much will fit in it...a bike will fit on top, and perhaps a few pairs of running shoes will find their way into the recesses of the car's remaining nooks and crannies, but not much else.


Tomorrow we leave for our first trip across the country together. 7 days in the car, and the weather report is calling for semi-amicable conditions, and luckily NOT the Hammer-of-Thor deluge promised then delivered to us earlier this week. We love Vermont and for the next year it will slip quietly into the role as a place we look back on through the window of our warm minds and contemplate.