The trip home was an easy one and very uneventful. It was definitely a little bit too quiet in the car as we left Bozeman and headed out onto the road. My heart was heavy and I am sure Abby sensed it. But soon that heavy cloud passed and the excitement grew the closer we got to Los Angeles. I missed Shaun and I know Abby missed her daddy, so it was exciting to get home to see him.

Abby, as always, was a great traveler. She kept herself entertained and we sang plenty of Raffi songs along the way. She read a few books too! I think she read this one to me several times.

On our way home, we were able to stop for the evening in St George and visit with my Grandma Taylor. Grandma Tutu to Abby. It wasn’t a long visit, but it was so wonderful to see everyone. That night my Uncle Kevin, Aunt Caroline, Uncle David and Cousin Elliott came by to visit for a bit. Abby loved playing with Grandma’s dog Missy and of course Chewee. Missy was a little more interesting to Abby because she is small and not nearly as intimidating to Abby.

The next morning we left early and headed home. The last leg of our journey. The drive through the desert was great as it was cloudy and cool. A storm was starting to blow on in. When I stopped in Barstow to gas up, the wind was blowing so hard I could barely open my car door.

We did make it home safe and sound. Abby and I were at the door to greet daddy the minute he came home from work. It was nice to be home, but my mind was still in Montana. That too will eventually pass, for the most part. 🙂