Traveling the road of life
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After a pretty good day at work; I shut down my computer, cleared off my desk, grabbed my suit jacket and umbrella and headed off for my leisurely walk home. I have been enjoying these daily walks. They help me clear my thoughts about the work day, and shed the stress that is built up from a hectic day of running a newspaper.
I approached the house, walked up on the porch, opened the front door, walked inside the entry way and am greeted with . . .
"We're not packed and ready to go." - Quinn
"What needs to be packed?" - Me
"I don't know, everything" - Quinn
"Okay" - Me
"I'm sorry!" - Quinn
"What are you sorry about?" - Me
"I didn't get us all packed up." - Quinn
"You're mad at me." - Quinn
"I'm not mad at you. Let's just get packed." - Me
I go upstairs and attempt to start packing. At this point I'm frustrated, annoyed and not quite sure what just happened. After a day spent with a fussy baby, it is obvious that Quinn is annoyed and frustrated as well. After more conversation like this and running around the house frantically to finish getting packed. (Even though we weren't in a hurry.) We finally got everything together and loaded into the van for our trip.
Last night we made our weekly trip to Quinn's mom's house in Illinois. While it is only for two days and the trip is only a 1 1/2 hour drive we seem to pack like we are taking a week long vacation. We packed jeans and shorts, long sleeve and short sleeve. This time of the year you never know what the weather in the Midwest is going to be like. It can be cool in the morning and evening and warm during the day so we pack in preparation for both. These are just the items we packed for ourselves and doesn't even include the four bags we packed for Dawson. To be such a little guy he sure requires a lot of items to make a short trip.
Once on the road we all settled in for the drive and with each mile we traveled the frustrations and annoyed feelings seemed to melt away. By the time we crossed the Indiana/Illinois border you would have never guessed we had been upset in any way.
That's the beauty of being in love. We might not always see things the same way and we obviously will express ourselves differently but in the end we find ourselves traveling down the same road together, holding hands and looking toward what's up ahead.
I love my wife.
I approached the house, walked up on the porch, opened the front door, walked inside the entry way and am greeted with . . .
"We're not packed and ready to go." - Quinn
"What needs to be packed?" - Me
"I don't know, everything" - Quinn
"Okay" - Me
"I'm sorry!" - Quinn
"What are you sorry about?" - Me
"I didn't get us all packed up." - Quinn
"You're mad at me." - Quinn
"I'm not mad at you. Let's just get packed." - Me
I go upstairs and attempt to start packing. At this point I'm frustrated, annoyed and not quite sure what just happened. After a day spent with a fussy baby, it is obvious that Quinn is annoyed and frustrated as well. After more conversation like this and running around the house frantically to finish getting packed. (Even though we weren't in a hurry.) We finally got everything together and loaded into the van for our trip.
Last night we made our weekly trip to Quinn's mom's house in Illinois. While it is only for two days and the trip is only a 1 1/2 hour drive we seem to pack like we are taking a week long vacation. We packed jeans and shorts, long sleeve and short sleeve. This time of the year you never know what the weather in the Midwest is going to be like. It can be cool in the morning and evening and warm during the day so we pack in preparation for both. These are just the items we packed for ourselves and doesn't even include the four bags we packed for Dawson. To be such a little guy he sure requires a lot of items to make a short trip.
Once on the road we all settled in for the drive and with each mile we traveled the frustrations and annoyed feelings seemed to melt away. By the time we crossed the Indiana/Illinois border you would have never guessed we had been upset in any way.
That's the beauty of being in love. We might not always see things the same way and we obviously will express ourselves differently but in the end we find ourselves traveling down the same road together, holding hands and looking toward what's up ahead.
I love my wife.
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