The Wanderer

Things aren't getting easier, but I'm still pushing through. My grandma says not to waste anymore time crying because there is no sense in it. She said that we just have to pray that he is being watched over. I wish I could be as brave as her.

Day 5

Timmy's shoes were exhausted from their travel, therefore, they took some time off.

We had quite a day today.

We started out by having a picnic under a big ol' tree. Cash shared his nuggs and apple juice. If Cash shares his apple juice with ANYONE that's some pretty serious love.

We took a drive to feed the ducks and geese. Cash said he liked them but freaked out when those vultures started swarming. Timmy's shoes stood their ground though in spite of those freakishly large birds. 

They stuck their feet out the window to feel that hot Texas air on their tips.

They have a bladder the size of a pea so we had to make a pit stop by a fire hydrant. I swear, Timmy's shoes are worse than the kids.

Finally, we stopped at a historic marker, which Timmy's Shoes didn't even bother to read.

They are sleeping now, snug at the foot of our bed. It was a looooooooong hot day. We miss you brother.

Until next time.

Cheers!