We turned 17 riding down the highway, looking for a room. Things may have been a teensy little bit testy just that moment...we had been riding for several hours with zero luck finding 'room @ the inn' ...any inn... When midnight o'one found us on the morning of the 28th, it had already become clear that we were looking at another decent stint back in the direction we had already come from when all we really wanted to do was lie down and grab a few winks... So, we may have been slightly more interested in exactly who was to blame for our bed-less condition than is provided for in that infamous
13th Chapter of Love. We had the whole crew with us - most every year we now celebrate our anniversary as a 'family birthday' because it sorta is, ya know? We used to go away for the weekend, just the two of us, but we often missed the kids and wanted them to experience whatever new place or experience we had chosen.
So, they were along for the ride...this really long ride. Some of them were sleeping, others were attentively trying to help keep the trip in the positive lane.
As I grabbed two Red Bulls and cast my vote for the further car stint back to available hotels vs. the suggestions that we sleep in the car in South Florida or "just go home", I thought how very appropriate the situation was for the occasion we were celebrating.
As we've traveled this married road, we've had flats, run hot and risked falling asleep behind the wheel our fair share, but we've also stopped to regroup, redirect and refuel in order to keep a forward momentum.
And as with just about any given thing under the sun, a good night's sleep didn't hurt.
It was well after 3
