Our lives are complete.

It's Friday morning. We've just slept in a house (as opposed to a motel) for the first time in a while. Our adventure is coming to a close. And we're very hungry for breakfast.
We get in the car and drive a ways.
And there we sit it, in the distance. . . a shining beacon of hope. . . like the star shining in the East over Bethlehem. . . like the holy grail. . . we can almost hear the heavenly chord of a choir of angels. . . there it is. . . at long last. . .
Note that Dixie took this picture herself... it's no stock image. It's authentic.
We sat down. It was freezing. We three ladies ordered coffee. J ordered orange juice. (I just knew he was gonna be one of those, our sassy waitress says.)
We three order pecan waffles. Steak and eggs? the waitress asks J. He goes for some sort of omlette. (I guess he didn't understand that WAFFLE house means you should get the WAFFLES.)
And we are in heaven.