We'll be driving late into the night because we want to wake up to the waves crashing on the shore.
Yes oh yes. Despite the weirdness of December, our annual year end trek to the Outer Banks is still on. Our sleepy time pants are packed, the car ready to load. The Boy has been dropped off at the airport for his flight to Atlanta. He's got a bit of traveling to do himself and will ring in the New Year in Florida by singing at a friend's wedding. Watching him stroll into the airport, his head bobbing to the tune on his iPod, his suitcase rolling along behind him, tugged at my heart. He's become so independent. What a marvelous visit we had this holiday.
I'm yawning as I type this blog farewell to 2005, but am certain I will perk up once we hit the road.
Safe and happy New Years wishes, folks.