Come with me, I'll take you home
Last month we celebrated our first Arizona-versary. One year ago we hugged in the Ranch driveway for the last time and Seth sent us off on a two day adventure that would end at our new home. He and the puffs would follow after the movers had packed everything else up. I was heartbroken to be leaving the first state we had made ours and terrified that the kids would turn the road trip into a coup. Thankfully the first day was smooth with the help of gas station treats, behavior clips, and letting them "play" loudly and ridiculously in the backseat. We spent the night just outside of Vegas. There was an unbelievable park to stretch our legs, DQ grilled cheeses, and PJ Masks on the Disney Channel. Our second day was dotted with weird and wonderful roadside finds. We made wishing well wishes to Santa Claus in the (for sale!) town named after him. What once was a roadside attraction from 1937-1995, now there were only crumbling buildings in faded colors. It was every