When we pulled out of our driveway with the family headed to Atlanta, I had big hopes. Not the kind of wish list for a perfect family get away, but hopes for myself. As a Mom to 4 kids and the wife to Kris. I know better than to have perfect expectations on a road trip. There is guaranteed to be whining (love), hurt feelings (precious), claustrophobia (my dream), and the best part…no where to run! Each of these became a reality in our mini van but the way I chose to see the passing hours was the game changer.