After not sleeping well in the night, I gave up and got out of bed at 3 something. Which wasn’t as terrible as it sounds since our alarm was set for 4am anyway. We dressed little people, grabbed granola bars for them, and headed out into the quiet, dark pre-dawn. As I was buckling BigMan I realized I was standing in a fire ant hill. Matt rescued me, buckled BigMan, got his own bites, and then we both fought off ants in the van. We arrived at Nana and Papa’s house – a welcome port in the still-building storms. The only home along that road with lights on, coffee brewing, toys waiting, and smiles at the ready. We kissed heads, hugged necks, left instructions, diapers, and parts of our hearts behind and drove down the road ahead of us.