Good to be Back

The trip is long.


Really long.




AND just brimming with questions:
"Are we at Portland, yet?"
"What is that?"
"What is it for?"
"Is that a fighter jet?"
"Does our plane have guns?"
"Are we at Portland, yet?"
"Is that man going to sleep?"
"Are we riding a fighter jet?"
"What is that called?"
"Can I have a snack?"
"Are we getting on the plane, yet?"
"Are we at Portland, yet?"
"Does this plane have fire coming out?"
"What is that noise?"
"Are we gonna tip over?"
"Are we at Portland, yet?"
"Is this plane taking us to Grandma and Grandpa's house?"
"Can we ride in a fighter jet?"
"Can I have a snack?"

All those, and more. Lather, rinse, repeat for nine hours, frequently perforated with "LOOK! AN AIRPLANE!" and "I gotta go poooootttyyy!"

But there's a good reason for it all and it's all worth it.



For the reunion.


The good times.



The goofy.





The laughs.




The downright frightening.

(Just kidding.)





The cute.





The silly.




The... weird.



It's gonna be fun.