Another whirlwind vacation of traveling five major interstates spanning eight southern states in a minivan with two exhausted adults, three restless children, two chihuahua half-breeds, a squeaky gerbil, and all the baggage that comes with each, emotional or otherwise. The whole trip- for two weeks of an unusually warm winter- my poor ten toes have been ice cold!
Virginia to Alabama. A short visit with good friends, where my toesies were unhappily reminded that all thermostats are not set to my ambient winter temperature of "toasty."
Alabama to Texas. An 80 degree Christmas, the warmest in recent Houston history, where two new pairs of shoes were purchased; one for running and one for church to match the more temperature-appropriate new Christmas dress. Neither provided the warmth my little piggies seemed to crave.
Texas to Georgia. The much cooler New Year holiday spent snuggled in borrowed UGA slippers and my husband's dress socks in a home with poor engineerical planning for the FROG... or was it the industrial sized freezer our bed was made in? I'm not sure!
And now Georgia back home to Virginia. My forever-frozen footsies still desperately seeking heat as we make our way further north. Today's attempts include huddling together in the warmth of the dash board vent and the recently-elusive dazzling rays of sunshine.
Still cold.
But they will be tucked in the cozy comfort of their own bed soon. They are happy, happy feet after all for all the miles traveled. As am I, still filled with the magic of every warm embrace given by loved ones seen far too infrequently.
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