The goal was to head out of San Antonio and hit Santa Fe to visit my maternal grandfather's widow, Edyne.  This was our first major jump - 750 miles - without Scott.  San Antonio to Santa Fe.  We made it! I'm...

Warm, in bed, just waking up... the kind of wake up that's happy and not rushed.  From downstairs I hear Evie, "Ahhhhhhh... No!  Not again! Nooooooo!"  Zero to tangled up in the sheets, tripping out of bed, looking for pants... clean...

Evie is single-handedly bringing back a dying art... handwritten letters through the U.S. Postal service.  Our local post office is thrilled with the increase in production (and the spike in stamp purchases).  She's got her name down pretty well... and...