The Spaceship has Landed

Marian, you've made it home. We left Silver Spring, Maryland about two days later than expected, spent one night on the road and pulled into 1224 yesterday at about 7pm. The Penske truck was packed so tight that when your grandfather pulled out of the driveway and started down the interstate with the back door open, nothing fell out! Our station wagon looked like a lunar lander with your enormous stroller strapped to the roof rack and Mrs. Canela (one of our favorite plants that we really didn't think would make the cut) sandwiched between your car seat and the bellycast. Peanut spent the entire trip with her nose up the air conditioning vent and your pa's knees were up in his chin but you rode in the lap of luxury with your crinkly bee and your mirror (whose beautiful face did you look at for 16 hours?) for company. And here we are on the other end with boxes absolutely everywhere. But you're home. So am I. Weird.