When I was a child, I loved family road trips. We would pack up the Suburban and drive all over the Midwest. Pit stops at gas stations, orders off the dollar menu, national monuments — those were all little treasures that added up to something larger. For the past four days, I’ve been on the “Texas Tour” with my son and husband and I’ve found wonder in those small moments. Passing popcorn around the car, singing the Moana soundtrack down the 35, running into new gas stations to use the restroom. It’s been a fun adventure. Today, we drove around San Antonio with no plan and found a little quiet place with swings that overlooked the river. It was wonderful. I’m grateful for these two.