I was so happy to be in the car with my baby girl and dear husband for the recent trip...

Chowan is now a part of our family routine. The 10 hour trip and rental cars and close compartment with dear ones is a delightful time of concentrated celebration and argument and laughter. We usually are bellyaching and complaining after the 99th cotton field, either in bloom or harvested passes us. Thank God for the "amber waves of grain", but I don't have to pass everyone, do I? It is beautiful in the song and the first 50 to pass is fun, after that, I start asking, are we there yet?

This time the sensitive Sophomore is sickly. Daddy is sure that we must get some things to make her more comfortable. I agree. So we take extra steps, once we get there to get her situated. No fever, just aches and pains and so we prescribe Tylenol, cup a soups and rest. We bought vitamins for her. But the smell of so much rain in the marshlands of Murfreesboro is getting to me. I gotta get outa here or I am going to barf.

Bye, bye baby. I love you. feel better. this is really the fun part of parenting. She is fine and she is on her own, somewhat.