This weekend marked the seasons first swim, the beginning of what looks to be an intensely buggy gardening year, and the beginning of our 8.5 hour trip west. The car is packed, food is stored in coolers, and the itinerary is set. I feel a little nervous, it is a lot for one pregnant mama to take on, I know. And, as my husband pointed out, “This is one of those trips that is going to be stored in their memory forever. And yours!”. Well, here is to hoping he is right, and that the memory is a sweet one. Wish me luck, and have a great week!