Enjoy the Ride: Part 2

Ok, I guess I wasn’t quite finished talking about enjoying the ride.  Last night my three youngest and my husband and I traveled in the car for over 2 hours to have dinner with our oldest on his 21st birthday.  Talk about enjoying the ride.  I actually drove up there and let’s just say the rest were not a fan of the driver.  But anyway,  we enjoyed each other. We talked. We laughed a lot. And we had wonderful food to celebrate. We are a foodie family.  Food snobs as I like to put it.  We like food but we like good food.  That being said we took from each other’s plates and put our food on the other’s plate.  We tasted and savored every bite and all while enjoying each other’s company.  We are a blended family.  The two youngest belong to me and the two oldest belong to my husband. But in the end we all belong to each other.  We are blended and stirred up and kneaded and simmered all together.  We are all a part of each other even if we didn’t start out that way.  But most of all we enjoy the ride together.

On the way home we stopped for Starbucks and then headed on back to the house.  After all the caffeine we were a lively bunch, myself probably the worst.  We sang and danced and played the music loud.  We laughed and told stories and made funny voices.  All in all we enjoyed the ride.  We are family and we can be silly and crazy and little goofy.  It’s who we are.  We try to enjoy the ride every day we can still ride.  My babies will all be gone in less than 5 years and I won’t say the ride will be over but it sure will be a lot less interesting but until then we will ENJOY THE RIDE.

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