It's possible that the weather tried to ruin my plans.
It's possible that I cried over that fact Friday afternoon after checking weather.com to see how the roads would be on Saturday.
It's possible that Friday night, I went for a run and then stayed busy until it was time for bed...which was (maybe) at about 10 p.m.
It's possible that I decided no matter what, snow, freezing rain, cold, grossness, I was going home.
It was possible that I would get half way home and be forced to turn around.
It was possible that if forced with the decision of turning around or moving forward, I would have continued forward.
Because I needed it. I needed to be home. I needed to see my family. I needed to hug them all.
And so I did.
And it was worth every ounce of stress in my body.
I wouldn't have missed those eight year old cheeks for anything!
How were your weekends, friends?
Have an awesome day!