That's how far I drove this weekend. My record for a weekend is 1517, when we went to Nags Head the first time.

This entry is going to be a checklist, basically. Hit the Back button now, please.

I picked up Lindsey at Liberty University on Thursday afternoon and we headed for Yorktown. We were on the go throughout our stay, with little downtime, but it was great. On Friday, we picked out new glasses for Lindsey and met with Pastor John. I also had to wait in a very pink, flowery room for about an hour. I had to do the same thing a year ago, but I guess the initial trauma never fully faded. I flipped through the same TIME magazine forty-two times.

Bud drove us to President's Park Saturday morning. It was great for a group of nerds like us (and hey, I can get culture credit for it at Pfeiffer). We were also able to visit with Marni (Lindsey's older cousin), her 9-month-old son Alex, Uncle Wally (Lindsey's grandmother's older brother) and Aunt "Chicken," and, of course, Gammy. Saturday night was spent making and decorating brownies for Stevie's birthday bash to be held the next day (which we wouldn't be able to attend). We crashed at Gammy's Saturday night after taking her back home.

I also bought some swimming trunks for our honeymoon. Forty-six days.

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