Memorial Day Weekend

So for the long weekend we went up to Santa Cruz to see Devon's family. It was a nightmare getting there but the stay was nice. We left at like 2-ish on what should have been a 5 hour trip, and 7 hours later we still weren't there. I thought that I was going to die. I have traveled a lot in the car. We have always driven on family vacations and everywhere else we go. There was a point in my life when driving the 14 hour drive home and back over a 3 day weekend was no big deal, but for some reason this "quick" trip to Devon's house just about killed me. Looking back on it I think it was because I wasn't in the right mind set. I wasn't expecting it to take all day, just a couple of hours, so after the 7th hour I had it. But moving on... we went up to Santa Cruz so that Devon could finally buy his motorcycle. We ended up picking it up on Saturday and he LOVES it. It was actually kind of cute. I could totally see the little boy in him coming out. For the next like 24 hours after we got his bike he couldn't stop smiling. He was so excited to get to drive it home and then start taking it to work for everyone to see. For him to get the bike it turned out to be more of a sacrifice than we had planned but I would do it again to see him that happy. It was cute. After the weekend Devon drove back home and I drove with Austin up to my parents to stay for a while. It was nice to be with Devon's family but nothing beats going home.