After a very rough afternoon, this scene makes it all worth it. I drove to Atlanta to surprise my Dad for Father's Day. It took us an extra hour because Jackson had not one, but two explosive blowouts in the car. First one he had big boy underwear on. Three words: too much fruit. I wanted to die. ATL traffic (mattresses in the road, wrecks every 20 miles, etc.) was not my friend. However, I just kept praying for our safety to get to our destination. This Preggo mama made it and is happy to spend the day tomorrow with my Daddy. (Sweet hubs has to work) The Lord definitely brought me through that situation and taught me to be a more patient person. And, lesson learned: everything in moderation, especially dealing with the consumption of fruit.
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