Going for a Drive

I didn't get it while watching movies from the 50s. Why would anyone ask to "go for a drive" as a date? Parking, I get. But a drive? I get it now. Saturday was beautiful, weather wise, around here. Hubby, son, and I went to play at a local park. Had a delightful time. But the boy soon tired (which was fine) so we left.

As we were heading home, with the sun still shining warmly and the wind blowing through the cracked windows in the car, I asked if we could just keep going. The boy was content, with his sippy cup of milk. The radio kept playing good songs. And I just wasn't ready to give up the undivided attentive family time to the distractions of television, video games, or even reading.

I just wanted to go for a drive. Yes, gas is outlandishly expensive. But it was worth every cent. We headed out to the small towns in the surrounding area. We drove through the main drag of one "city" and laughed. We looked at the cows dotting the fields of the countryside. We admired the gigantic houses on acres of land. We smiled at the feed store, not too far from a well-kept trailer park.

We sang. We talked. We laughed. We tickled the knucklehead. We even enjoyed the silence. We didn't "park." (We did have the kid, after all.) We just drove. I don't even know how long or how far we "wasted" gas. But it wasn't wasted. It was gas and money well-spent. Because that's a memory I can always cherish. It's a moment in time with my son that exact age, with my fantastic husband, that can never be recaptured. And we spent that moment well.

It may seem silly to go for a drive with no place to go and no reason for going. But trust me when I say, I get it. And it's fantastic! So, if you find yourself on a lovely, sunny day with nothing to do, and maybe nothing to even say, go for a drive. You won't regret it.