Brett and I made the drive to California yesterday.
After eating a whole bag of sea salt and vinegar chips and feeling reeeally sick, listening to a Jack Reacher novel by Lee Child on tape, stopping to tinkle many times (okay, who doesn't?), taking long cramped naps, looking up random things on the Internet on our phones to pass the time (did you know that Hosanna means save us o Lord in Hebrew?) and belting Christmas songs and California Here We Come by Phantom Planet we finally arrived at Brett's house.
I can't wait to spend the holiday with his great family . . . even though I will greatly greatly miss my own and the Christmas traditions we hold so dear.
But, that's the beautiful part of marriage: sharing holidays.
Pictures and such to follow.