So far, I’ve changed six flat bicycle tires. I’ve had wonky RV reservation web sites leave us with no spot for the night. Our baby is going through his 9 month sleep regression - which means we don’t get to sleep. We’ve had spilled smoothies, broken glass bottles, tantrums, tears, a crack in our windshield, and I’ve had so many moments of frustration with the kids that we’ve instituted a color-coded warning system to keep them abreast of just how little patience I have left, i.e. “Guys, I’m at an orange, please put your shoes on!” (Pretty sure this is not great parenting but it is a survival tactic). And in between... we’ve stumbled into moments of pure joy. Of discovery. Of freedom. It’s amazing how life can surprise you if you and remain dogged about not getting stuck in a moment. Because sometimes... the magic lies just on the other side of chaos.