A surreal moment

This past Thursday the Atkinson family made its yearly pilgrimage to Six Flags; I’m a bit of a roller coaster nut – fanatic really, but that’s another story. Anyway the trip home is always late and long, winding our way home over a bunch of ole country roads. And at one point along the way, the dark scenery took me back to the trip home of previous years.

With the kids fast asleep, worn out from 12 hours of soaking in the sights and sounds of Six Flags, Sheri and I used the quite time to think through and discuss our future and make plans. For previous two or three years the topic had always been about her staying home with the kids, thinking through the financial ground work that would enable this to happen.

As we passed through a certain stretch of road – it hit me. All those previous discussions and planning; all the hard work and sacrifices. I don’t know what was so special about the ride home, but I think it was the first time it really hit me – we made it.

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