It had all the makings of a great entry. Beth had been asking “are we there yet?” from New Port Richey to the Alabama/Mississippi border. Then she got out a movie and stopped. We made it through Mississippi and she didn’t ask. We made it into Louisiana and she didn’t ask. We made it across the Lake and she didn’t ask. I was ready to write all about Beth asking that question right up until we actually were “almost there.” It happened just as we were entering the New Orleans City limits.
“Are we there yet daddy?”
“Yes.”
Beth pauses for a few minutes to let that sink in.
“Thank you for saying yes daddy.”