Saturday, August 22, 2009
Riding in Car's with my Boy
Car rides were never something I liked growing up. We took a few very long trips to Tulsa, Oklahoma from Pennsylvania that pretty much threw me over the edge of my love for road trips. A van. All your siblings. Sometimes a dog. No comfy place to sleep. A million rest stops. Dirty toilets. The hours...oh the hours. Are we there yet? Yea. All of this pretty much made me into a hater of long car rides.
But then, it happened. Declan (who was my boyfriend at this time) decided he wanted to go to a specialty college for production in Florida. I was devastated. However, there was no way I was going to let him take that trip down there and move into his apartment all by himself. So, I put my hatred of long car rides aside, and hopped in his little neon for the long haul.
We had the best conversation. The greatest laughs. Lots of tearful moments (I was a mess that we would be separated by distance for the first time ever). Played some random traveling games. Made car repairs. Made McDonalds runs. Lots of dirty toilet breaks. All of it.
I treasured that time with him so much, that I had a newfound love for long car rides.
A series of misfortunate (or Godly!) events took place, and led us to pack Declan back up, and head home to Pennsylvania. He was not meant to go to that school, and literally one.thing.after.another made that decision clear as day. We had been in Florida for not even a full day when we made the decision to go back. Without any hesitation (and after a lunch stop at chick-fil-a) we were back on I95 making the long journey home again.
This car ride was so different. The conversations were much more geared towards our future. What next? What's my life path? What schools should I look at now? Should I work full time? When will we get married? Questions galoore. We had an open road ahead of us and hundreds of miles to discuss it...and I loved it. It was that drive that I really believe cemented our future together. We frequently joke and say, "We drove to Florida and back just to eat Chick-fil-a!", but it was truly more then that. We both know it.
Last night we did a middle of the night drive (9pm-3:30am) home from the Outer Banks. Just the two of us. We are seriously made for eachother. Car rides are peaceful. Encouraging. Relevant. Learning new things about eachother....and oddly...inspiring. We are eachother's co-pilot (oh gosh, I'm one of those corny girls now), and I love, love, love riding in cars with my boy.