January 29, 2013
When I was younger, we lived in beautiful Southern California. Driving throughout the state was always spectacular, but one drive I especially loved was my drive home from elementary school.
I still don't know if I enjoyed the drive specifically because school was done for the day or because of the conversations I would have with my Mom as we drove home. Maybe it was a combination of both. Mom, if you're reading this, it was definitely just because of our conversations.