How can a drive home be considered exciting? Rather, does it mean the night and time out preceding it was crap, if the drive is a highlight?
Being on the side of town away from A LOT (ahem, all) of our family and friends, it comes to reason that when there is a party/function/birthday/catch-up/dinner, it’s usually NOT in our neck of the woods.
It doesn’t matter how much fun I have during the night. It’s unavoidable that the night will wear on, and I will grow tired.
At this stage, the drive home ahead of me seems so long, and my eyes become heavy at the thought.
But then something happens. The same thing that happens every drive home on a Saturday.
Baby girl falls asleep.
Hubbie and I are listening to music.
And we’re talking.
It’s the talking that’s grand. Hubbie and I talk and talk… about everything. Everything is different at night, at the end of the day, when we’re so relaxed and ready for bed.
The words come easy. Topics are more passionate. We are more loving.
And by the time we get home, like tonight, I am almost sad.
Because the talking is so good, I want to keep driving. 🚘😉