In North Carolina, safe and sound

Tina and I made it last night at around 9:30. It took us almost 12.5 hours to drive. Driving through the  West Virginia turnpike was a little hairy. There was snow coming down, and the twists and turns were daunting after 9 hours of driving.

During the drive, my dad and my brother called me about three times a piece. I turned to Tina at one point and I said, “Man, it really feels like they want us to be there. Dad has a welcoming calm in his voice. I like that.”

My parents were waiting for us when we got in. When I talked to my mom the other day, she said, “We’ll have a beer here when you get in.”

When I talked to my dad when we were about 20 minutes away, I said, “Man, I’m looking forward to that beer.”

“We don’t have any beer here,” he said.

“Oh okay.”

Pause.

“Well, I’ll pick some up on the way in.”

We hung up. No big deal.

Two minutes later, my phone rang. It was my dad. “Hey, Jer, what kind of beer do you want? I’m in the car. I’ll go get some.”

How cool is that?

This morning I chucked it with Talulah for about an hour. Then I ran mom and dad’s little dogs for about 10 minutes. They are little barky dogs, and I thought they could use a little heart rate increase.

I’m showered, and we’re going to church at 1 p.m. at my brother’s church. We’re going to celebrate with them today. We’ll open presents and all that. On Christmas we’ll take it easy. I’m going to make scallops and butternut squash tomorrow for dinner since it’s only going to be my mom, dad, sister, Tina, my gramps and me.

Happy Merry Christmas Eve. I wish you the very best. Thanks for checking in.

Let me know what you’re up to in the comments. I’d love to know.