Orange blossom sunsets (and a little bit of puke)

Molly and I rolled into Orlando around sunset. Everything was gilded in the soft salmon that only Florida sunsets can color, and when I opened the driver’s side window before the tollbooth on the turnpike, the car quickly filled with the sweet scent of orange blossoms.

Molly even did extremely well during the ride down, sleeping and playing quietly most of the time. Most importantly, she only threw up after we arrived at my sister’s (as opposed to in the backseat like last time).