Road trips were something the hubs & I may have taken for granted before we had kids.
I love taking my children places, but road trips are always a craps-shoot, because we never know what sort of attitude we’ll get.
Will this child throw a fit over not getting a snack? Or having to pee… RIGHT NOW? Or just start having a cow because they missed seeing the cow their sister pointed out… it could be anything, really.
So — if the hubs & I get the opportunity to drive anywhere, without the kids?? We savor every moment of that road trip with loud music, mostly about sex & drugs, singing at the top of our lungs with the windows & moonroof open. Occasionally, a conversation will spark about a musician, an experience… seeing 3 parts of one deer on the side of the road… *true story!* etc.
The hubs & I had to travel to the east side of the state for a funeral today. Sometimes the simplest things mean so much during a time like this.
I do my best to embrace every moment — and so many times during our trip, we erupted with laughter, talked & sang some incredible music, and solidified our deep bond even further.
It’s amazing how something so simple can mean so much. I’m a lucky chic to be married to my best friend.