Life is a Highway

After the wedding, we spent a week in Hawaii looking at this:



We got back early the following Saturday morning and quickly repacked our suitcases and hit the road in my car and headed for our new home. This view replaced the one above for 22-ish hours:


We split the drive up over 2 days and arrived at the house at 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night. Somewhere in the last 2 1/2 hour stretch of the ride, someone may or may not have been fiddling with his new wedding ring and lost it in the car. A week and a half later, it still has not been recovered. It's somewhere in the car in the depths of the underside of the passenger seat. Keep your fingers crossed that it magically appears in the next few days so that we don't have to buy a new one less than a month after getting married.