I Dread Packing
Packing is no fun. Growing up, my dad was always traveling, but he never packed his own bags, my mom always did
that for him. I secretly hoped that someday my husband would do the same for me, and then I realized what he would probably pack (or not pack) for me and quickly decided that I would take care of that duty on my own.
Now, instead of having someone pack for me, I find myself packing for not only me but, Braylin, Layla (the dog), and nine times out of ten, Ryan. For this trip, I have informed Ryan that he can’t pull his usual, “Hey, can you throw …





































