H, you have hit the “are we there yet phase of childhood.”

It is kind of hilarious.

While we were in the car talking about cows on the way to Ruidoso – you hit it full stride.

The last 30 minutes of the ride you asked:

“Mom, are we there yet?”

No less than ten times.

We smiled everytime you asked and silently kept count so I could write it down later.

I love your youthful anticipation.

I mean, just wait till we tell you about our coming Disney World trip.

You won’t know what to do with yourself.

I love you.

-Dad