Just what I needed to be reminded of.
Something about road trips that takes me back to my single days. I loved getting in the car with my music, my snacks (never forget the snacks), my itinerary and hitting the open road. There was something about the idea of being alone with my thoughts, with God, that just made me feel brave and excited and adventurous.
I don’t do a lot of that since being married. Oh, we go on road trips together, but that scenario I described above? Yeah, that’s not our road trips. For my husband, it is all about ‘the race.’ How fast can we get there and how jealous can he make everyone else on the road with his adept, Nascar-like driving skills. [Even the cop is silently admiring his skills when he is pulling us over. That’s why we just got a warning, J insists.]
So this weekend, it was my single-girl-days-throwback. I…
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