My daughter proclaimed yesterday “It’s FALL!” The wind was out of the north.

For the first time in like, ever.

She proclaimed and then she did cartwheels all over the yard.

We spent the day yesterday at my brother’s new house, my first visit to family since moving out on my own. We had driven out Saturday afternoon. We had only been planning the trip for about a week, his kids birthdays are close together so they had one party for everyone. My kids, of course, just wanted to see their cousins and maybe have a chance to visit Buc-ees again. I admit I was nervous, not sure how they would see me now, not sure how the kids and I would get along. I shouldn’t have worried. The birthday party (Saturday evening) was a blast, my family was happy to see me, my kids couldn’t have been better behaved (much).

I ate too much, drank too much (oy), slept on an air mattress (not my favorite place but not bad), and we had our first-ever In N Out burgers before driving home.

And yes, they got their Buc-ees.