We made it to the Preston's on Saturday night after a not-quite-so-long day of driving. We had been hoping to get there early enough to enjoy some relaxation time, time for the cousins to hang out, time for the adults to recover. And we did. There was still light in the sky when we drove into town. The roads were a bit snowy, the driving a bit treacherous, the neighborhood road signs a bit cryptic. So there was a definite sense of relief when we saw Judy and Rebekah standing in the Preston driveway waving us in.
It was nice to sit and chat and eat and just hang out, catching up on all the life that has been going on over in Kansas since the last time we had a chance to see them. It was also nice to curl up with a good book from Shane and read quietly about glider pilots in World War 2 before my eyes got so heavy I couldn't keep them open.
The kids had fun with the cousins, there was good food and good books to read, and it was nice knowing we didn't have to rush off in the morning to spend hours and hours on the road. Instead, we got up at a reasonable hour, had a bit of breakfast, then got all gussied up and went to church, then came home to have a nice lunch before rushing off in the afternoon to spend hours and hours on the (icy) road on the way to Grandma & Grandpa Meyer's house.
The road from Derby to Wichita Falls was icy. The vegetation on the side of the road was shimmering like diamonds, coated with ice.
There were lots of cars and trucks along the side of the road, victims of the slippery conditions. We drove very carefully and didn't have any difficulty. The kids napped, listened to the audiobook we were (still) listening to, and sat quietly thinking deep thoughts.
The sunset was gorgeous!
We arrived in Abilene late in the evening. It was so nice to finally get there.
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