“Look dad,” Brenna says as we leave the drive-through, drawing my attention to paper folded around half her hamburger. “They make it really nice here.”
“Yeah, they do,” I acknowledge, seeing no reason to question her appreciation for Jack in the Box.
Yesterday’s unrelenting snow and rain had me doubting we’d be going anywhere today so we didn’t prepare. I’m happy for unexpected sunshine but we’re leaving a bit late after using the morning to gather gear and groceries.