Last Saturday we went to visit Dom’s mother and sister in Maine. I forgot to post the pictures this week. Or was too busy or distracted or something. Somehow even though we haven’t accomplished much it’s felt like a crazy week. Maybe because we were gone all last Saturday and it’s taken my brain all week to catch up with itself?
Anyway, we had a great time. The weather was nice enough to allow Dom and the girls to go swimming in the (heated) pool while I sat on the deck with Grandma B and the boys. Ben reveled in all the new trucks. Anthony loved being in a new place. Both boys were enchanted with Grandma’s dog, Leo. We had a lobster dinner and drove back after dark.
Dom and I had a wonderful time chatting all the way there and back and remembered what we’ve lost as we’ve cut down on road trips in the past couple of years. Back when we were dating and first married we were in the car quite a bit. (Much to poor baby Bella’s great distress. She hated being alone in the back of the car.) We frequently drove to Maine and took long drives on the weekends and although I often brought a book or music to listen to, they were always forgotten because I always find that talking with Dom is by far more interesting than any other entertainment. Our honeymoon was perfect, a long road trip to Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. It’s funny because when I was a kid I always looked forward to car trips as a time to read (when I wasn’t the one driving, of course.)
Although we certainly could sit around and talk at home, somehow there’s no better fuel for a good conversation than mile markers speeding by. The kids might get anxious and whiny, but for our marriage the long drive is itself a great health tonic.
I grew up taking long family vacations. We’d drive from central Texas to Colorado, Montana, and other wild west places. There were days and days of driving and it could be a bit tiring but it was also something that brought us closer together. They were some of the best experiences from my childhood. I hope that as our kids get bigger we’ll be able to do more road trips. Perhaps even go back to Nova Scotia and PEI. For now though just a resolve to get up to Maine more often.
She got nervous and didn’t jump (I think the delay while I ran for the camera did in her resolve); but the fact that she even contemplated jumping made me proud.
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