Have you ever stayed in a hotel room with small children? Not fun, huh? Almost bordering on miserable. Early bedtimes mean you opt to read in the hallway just outside the door or else on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom. Someone wakes up in the night, and everyone else wakes up too. Lots of bodies and lots of suitcases and lots of toys and very little space.
Our family has stayed in one room together enough times to know that by adding a third child, it was definitely time to expand to two rooms.
And guess what? We all slept wonderfully. We all had enough space. And we had a place to send loud boys that wanted to race cars while watching cartoons in the morning.
After a good night of rest we were ready and roaring to go for a day of fun at the Georgia Aquarium. Grady suggested we take the train and the boys were, of course, thrilled. You can only imagine the excited (and very loud) conversations we shared on the train.
"Does this train have coal cars and freight cars, too?" "What if this train crashes with a tanker truck - will it explode?" "Can I say hi to the conductor?" "How come we don't have to wear seat belts?"
Well, fast forward four years and it was now our turn to be that visiting family with those loud kids. See the guy in the plaid shirt looking down and pretending to read? If he knows Jesus he will have extra jewels added to his heavenly crown because of the enormous amounts of patience he displayed with my overly-excited boys.