We keep going back, to the tiny little town of Glasgow, Montana (where my mom grew up) even though we know that we will each get five mosquito bites (20 if your my sister Becky, they really like her), we have a 14 hour car ride ahead of us (translations: really really long) and we will hear “are we there yet” a thousand times (Kyle gets so sick of me ;))
We do this just so we can see these two
the Mom and Dad
to these four.
And because we know that when we get up over that hill and down the road a bit,
we can play in the lake
with all our cousins.
Then we get to hang out with him
and be thankful for the time we have to be with them
and then we will get back in the car and slow down to enjoy the beautiful scenery
(but then hurry and speed up, cuz we got another 14 hour drive ahead of us).