Yesterday, we attended a Lacrosse Club picnic and scrimmage. On the way there, we had to stop at the grocery store for some cookies and at the gas station to fill up the tank. We were short on time, so we decided to go to one of those combo grocery store/gas station complexes for practically one-stop shopping.
Jim dropped me off at the door of the grocery store (something he ALWAYS does on the days when he doesn’t come in with me because he’s so sweet, but it was especially appreciated this time because I’ve been having some back issues for a couple of days), and he and the boys headed over to the far end of the property, where the gas station was.
I paid for the cookies and, when I stepped back outside they weren’t back yet, so I decided to walk. It felt good to move a little bit, as my back had me practically stiff as a board for two days (it’s almost totally better now, thanks for wondering about that!).
I arrived just as they were pulling away from the pump. Jim pulled to the side so I could get in and, as I fastened my seat belt he said, “Hey, I was on my way back over to get you; you didn’t have to walk all the way over here.”
I replied, “Yes, but it felt good to walk; besides, I saved YOU from having to drive all the way over there!”
A deep voice rose up from the back seat; it was the Older one, making up his own words to one of my favorite songs of all time, “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by the Proclaimers:
Just to be the man who drove
To fall down at your door…”
We all laughed at his fuzzy math skills (school starts in less than two weeks) and gave him a hard time about it, but he had a nice save.
“Well, he loves you SO MUCH that he would do that 1000-mile drive for you five times.”
Awwww…always nice when the kids know how much love there is between the parents, don’t you think?