My four-year-old dropped his water bottle on the highway, and that one second in the rearview mirror is what started all of it.
We have five kids, which means going anywhere overnight feels less like a family trip and more like relocating a small village.
That Friday, we were heading to my parents’ cabin for the weekend.
Nothing fit in one car.
Danny took the bikes, fishing gear, and our three older kids in his SUV.
I had Cole, our two-year-old daughter Mia, most of the groceries, and enough bags to make the back seat disappear.
Danny had spent 12 years being the person who moved first.
Sick kid in the middle of the night, he was already out of bed.
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