When I was little my parents would pack us up even earlier so that we'd be on the road for a few hours before the sun came up. I remember what those mornings felt like, cold and dark and sleepy, wrapped up in such excited anticipation that I usually didn't go back to sleep and instead babbled to my Dad until my mom and brother woke up. The sun is up this morning, but I feel like that kid today. Only now Dad gets a reprieve as Mike settles in for a long I-95 drive of Caitlin rambling.
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