An Unexpected Journey

    A sigh of relief escapes my lips as we drive into the eastern Atlanta metro area.  The car rumbles heavy with babies and toys and snacks and all the household goods it can carry.  A heart a tiny bit heavy with the weight of our decisions.  The first hour of the trip Abby screamed solid.  Begging to go back to “my house.”  I had a fine moment of parenting.  I was alone with the three of them so it seemed like a good time for a first… to let the toddlers each have their own big bag of cheddar sour cream potato chips!  I am happy to report that the next hour on the road was quiet except for the sounds of eager crunching.  Then droopy eyelids won and the little, cheesy, orange fingers finally lay silent across bellies full of saturated fat.  It’s true that standards do come down a bit by the fourth child, you know!   The grey sky begins to drizzle and I squint to see through the blurry swish of the windshield wiper...