In a town near where we live there is a U-Haul dealership. All of the trucks are plastered with huge decals that look like postcards. Each postcard is from a different state and has an illustration of something that represents that state. It used to be a habit of mine to look at the pictures and see if they were states that I had been too. Most of them I had not visited.
Yesterday, I was passed by one of those trucks. This particular truck had gigantic horse-shoe crab painted to look like it was flying right at you. It struck me that I knew exactly which state that "postcard" was from, Delaware. Abby had held a crab just like that one and we had walked along Slaughter Beach and seen hundreds of dried up shells of those same crabs littering the sand.
The thought that I will be able to spot U-Hauls all over and have those states checked off made me smile. The fact that my kids will have experienced 48 states before they are able to drive is awesome to me.
In Ozark, MO we ate dinner at Lamberts Cafe, Home of the Throwed Rolls. It may become Abby and Carter's favorite stop on the trip, and all because they throw dinner rolls at you if you raise your hand. As we sat at the table, we talked about their memories of the trip so far. They have astounding memories, both in number and detail. I told them that I hope that if they have children, that they will bring them to some of the same places we visited. Maybe this experience will affect not just Becky and Me, but Abby and Carter and their children as well. Maybe someday I will throw a dinner roll at my grandkids, and my daughter will know why.
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