At midnight, the boys and I got our bags from a slow baggage claim while my husband went to get the car. When he texted that he was on his way, we went outside, and within seconds our thirteen year old shouted, “Here he comes!”
Faster than expected.
I looked into the darkness outside the garage but didn’t see him. “Are you sure?”
“It’s the only minivan in Colorado that goes 90 miles an hour.”
Family humming of Raiders of the Lost Ark commenced, as if we all knew what was called for.