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family - Sunday, June 21st, 2009 by kristyk

graffiti on pier at Corpus Christi
My brother was talking about getting married last week. At the last minute, I decided to drive out to his house so that he would have some family there. I had to rent a car and only had room for four kids so Mica, Butterfly, Jon and Echo came with me. He lives north of Houston and it took two days for me to get there. Once we arrived he found out that the marriage license required a three day waiting period. There is no way I could stay that long because I had to be back in time for FATHER’S DAY!
Even without the nuptials, we had an amazing time. I think this was the best vacation we’ve had in years. My brother took us to this little creek in the middle of the forest. It had a ‘waterfall’ that formed a big pool at the bottom. It was so fun! My brother’s four kids were with him for summer vacation and his fiancee has three kids. With my four, that made eleven little bundles of adorable energy. I was amazed because all the kids got along famously. There was no fighting or arguing. It was like a really great dream except I was awake.
The next day we drove down to Galveston to the beach. None of my kids had ever seen the ocean. I haven’t been to the beach in almost fifteen years. My back was killing me but I didn’t even care. As soon as we got there I jumped in the water and stayed until I had to get out and leave. I forgot how much I loved it. We needed to head home but I wasn’t ready to leave the water. We took the long way and drove down the coast to Corpus Christi where we spent the night. It was out of the way but I planned on a long day of driving Friday to make up for it.
About an hour away from Fort Stockton, I pulled over to take a picture of some windmills. I put on the hazard lights because there was a lot of traffic on the highway. When I pushed the button to turn them off, nothing happened. Blink, blink. I finally called the rental company and they advised me to stop in the next town and spend the night. They said the lights would ‘reset’ overnight. That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I splurged for a nice hotel with an indoor pool so the kids could have a little fun. Even after I turned off the car the lights kept on blinking. When we woke up in the morning, the battery was dead. Surprise, surprise. I called back and they sent out someone to jump start the car. They assured me that the problem would have fixed itself. No dice. Johnny, the good ol’ boy that came to fix the car, disconnected the battery and looked for wires to disconnect but he couldn’t fix it. He told me to drive straight home and not to turn off the engine.
Two hours down the road I couldn’t take it any more and Mica pried the button out of the dash. It isn’t pretty, but it worked.
We had an amazing time, but I’m happy to be home. Oh, and did I mention that I fed birds? Out of my hand? I’m scared of anything with feathers, so that was a HUGE thing for me. I’m so proud of myself!
Road Trip, June 2009 on flickr: set | slideshow