That is how long the rental car clocked we had been in it for the last 10 days. And that was after we arrived into Philadelphia.
When Nathaniel pointed that out as we were returning the car, I almost burst into tears. Not for me, and not out of exhaustion, but because I had no idea just how much we had put our kids through, and had no idea how much they had risen to the occasion. No one wants to be in a car for 34 hours, but especially not toddler boys and little baby girls, but both of them did an outstanding job at patiently being loaded and unloaded into the car time and time again, sleeping in a new place almost every night of the trip, and meeting so many new people every day. Gabriella smiled at everyone she saw, and Jeremiah made instant friends with anyone under 4 feet tall...Read More