Ever since we got the Suburban, I have dreamed of the day when I would take an awesome road trip in it with my friends. That awesome road trip, in my mind, consisted of Janelle and Sunni and our three tots going down to Houston for a weekend. Totally awesome, right? Of course I've been telling them for two years now about this place and that place and what we could do here and there.
Fast forward one year. My hubby is on a ski trip with our church this weekend. I do not ski, nor do I ever care to take up skiing, so I had planned to stay in snow-less Texas and spend a long weekend with my folks in Houston. (Actually, I could have gone, but Curtis preferred not to have to worry that I might be bored while he was on the slopes. And I preferred not to waste my free babysitting days on a ski trip when I don't ski.) My friend Michelle, who was Janelle's college roommate, just had a baby and she lives in Houston, too. It was the perfect time for Janelle and Ella to come down with me. (If you're wondering about Sunni, she was in need of a calm weekend at home with her Hubs. We miss you though, Sunni!)
So this morning we embarked on the long-awaited road trip to Houston. We have been documenting the trip with our mad photojournalism skills. I can't wait to see what pictures we come up with. I'm sure they will look extremely professional. Anyway, it was a very smooth process getting the 'burban packed up and heading out. We immediately pulled through McDonald's because we were so hungry from lifting our enormous, overpacked suitcases into the truck. I was just telling Janelle that it was the first time all year that I've had McDonald's when lo and behold, snow began falling from the sky.
I felt in my heart that it was a spiritual moment. It was like finding a four-leaf clover. It seemed God was smiling down on us, His beloved daughters. Maybe He was glad for us to eat at the Golden Arches. Or perhaps this display of favor came because we were finally taking our road trip. Or maybe He wanted to bless me a little for not being a brat about Curt's ski trip. Or maybe the atmospheric conditions were just perfect for snow. At any rate, the fries were great and I do believe if I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, that would be it. Glory.