I'm not sure how it all started, but my dad got it in his head that he needed to go to a football game. The man hasn't been in a stadium attending a football game since... oh... I was in college and worked at the stadium and got him free tickets. That's been a while. But this year, he needed to go to a game. It was a challenge, because the regular season games were over. No worries. My brothers jumped on the idea of a family road trip and we all went! I'm still a little gobsmacked that it even happened. The last time me and my brothers were on a road trip together was when we were headed to Disneyland in 1987 in a borrowed RV which gracefully broke down in the middle of an LA freeway. During rush hour. What great memories!
We hope to have a little bit less adventure on this trip, so we took a more reliable minivan. And shoehorned me and all of my very tall brothers in it. We were... cozy.
We ended up making some fun new memories. It wouldn't have happened without a dream, some quick decision-making, four good-natured sisters-in-law, and my loving husband. We couldn't have gone without them keeping the home fires burning.
And hey, maybe we'll do it again sometime. In another 23 years, maybe?