The day started out, and I was named the official title of navigator. Not because I was good at it, but because my mother decided my grandmother and Wesley needed to learn patience. I was honored to take this task for the day. My mother’s phrase for the week was “unpack your patience” which was said any time someone forgot they packed It. I decided mine was: Pack your navigation. First stop was the Carroll Shelby Museum. Me: Where are we going again? Mom: The Shelby Museum. *
As usual, the day started off early with one person lagging behind. Wesley quickly learned a lesson Ellie learned a long time ago: If you take an extra minute, you get left behind. Which is why I received the text— Where are y’all? —just about the time we all arrived at the archery tournament. But, no worries, I found out where we were sitting and proceeded to meet him at the top of the escalator to lead him back. Some might call me a knight in shining armor. When we got back
The day started with a bright light when my mother made the mistake of allowing Tyler into the room for breakfast. Apparently, our black out curtains were doing their job well. We packed up and headed out for our day in Death Valley before we returned to Las Vegas for the archery shoot. It was unanimously decided archery was going to be in the way of our tourism (just kidding, we will be the most supportive fans tomorrow, we promise.) Day 2 was a day for all the things, I sha
We hit the ground running at 5am, Tuesday morning. Well. Not exactly. Us, as in the Booth family, hit the ground running. Just before we drove off without them, Wesley and Tyler dragged themselves into the car complaining about the “ungodly time.” From there we had to pick Matthew up, who would also be traveling to Vegas for the archery tournament we were headed off too. While on our way to pick Matthew up, my dad made an announcement. Dad: I think we can all bet on Mollie cr
A small part of us died saying goodbye to you mid vacation so that you could go back to classes at college.
It seemed appropriate to make our next vacation stop Death Valley. But we had promised Ryan another trip to Red Rock Canyon, so we stopped by there on the way to do some minor rock climbing. Now, since I had missed Mawmaw’s 70’th birthday celebration, I’d been looking for something to do with her this trip that we could consider 70’th birthday celebrati
The last morning started out as most mornings of my life have started. *Mom texts at 7:30am asking if we’re awake* *We don’t respond because we’re NOT awake* *Mom bangs on our hotel door* *I run to open it* Me: What. Mom: GOOD MORNING! As you know, breakfast is the MOST important meal of the day and we’re off to eat it, hope you will join us! So, I wake my sisters and we get to breakfast. This is where my family of 6—plus my grandparents—all squeeze around a table meant for 4