When does something really start?

Sometimes things seem to move so fast. That I forget where and when it started. Pulling out of my driveway this morning at 10:45 I wondered if this trip is going to be exactly what I had planned. Maybe nothing ever really is. Luckily the one thing that remains constant is the knowledge that life is beautiful. Today my precious daughter cooked french toast for Lucas, Brad and I. Simple things and big smiles.

We are off. We have some trailer repair to do before we hit Ohio. The adventure begins.
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