Here's how this story starts:
RING RING
Me: "Hello?"
Hub: "Hey... wanna go to East Texas for the 4th?"
Me: "Umm that's tomorrow, as in, leave tonight when you get off?"
Hub: "Yep"
Me: "As in, drive the 5 hours back after the fireworks to be home for work Thursday?"
Hub: "Yep"
* Let me pause here. The responsible adult thing that should come is "Nah, that sounds like fun honey, but we really shouldn't, we have to work and that's a really long drive.".... Here's what happened instead:
Me: "Awww, yay! We're young and spontaneous! I'll pack us a bag as soon as I get home!"
Here's how this story ends.
Me. Driving. Adele blaring through the speakers. Energy drink by my side. Hubby snoring sweetly beside me. GPS bossing me as usual. Clock changing from 11pm to 1am to 2:30 am, etc.
I had a lot of thinking to do in between chorus lines... I am NOT as young and spontaneous as I thought I was.
What happened to the days when 3:30am was when me and my Jr. High buddies finished up our hundredth prank call to cute boys in the year book? What happened to the days when 3:30am is when me and my fellow college students crammed a Whataburger taquito into our late night "study time?" What happened to the days when 3:30am was when me and my, then, boyfriend, finally said goodnight for the billionth time? Where did the time go?
At 3:30am on the 5th of July, I was pulling groggy eyed up to my apartment, with a wonderful husband, a car that is paid off, a sweet fur baby in the back seat, happy to be alive and AWAKE and suddenly aware that age may not be such a scary thing. The laugh lines growing and the multiplying premature grays may not be so bad after all. If it means more memories behind them, and more lessons learned at 3:30am - adulthood and non-spontaneous road trips - bring. it. on. :)
