So, we made the annual 1500 mile trek to my in-laws house in Florida. I love MacGyver's family. I miss them so much and hate that they are so far away from us. And I wish we could see them more often than once or twice a year. But that trip...oh, that trip! It reminds me of having a baby. It's painful and goes on forever. It NEVER seems to end. But then you arrive and forget all about it when you see their sweet, smiling faces. You relax, catch up, enjoy the beautiful weather and forget every painful minute about the brutal 2 days you spent driving. AND THEN you turn around and have to do it all again. Is it worth it? Definitely, yes. Would you do it again? Definitely; but not any time soon. But just like childbirth, you forget all about the pain, decide you want to take that long, hot, painful road again...and then it all comes back to you. OH! This is why we only seem them once or twice a year! But why does it take me so much longer to recover from that impossible drive? Am I getting old or what? Don't answer that. That was rhetorical. I'm a realist. I know. I know the answer.