Love is stopping at a hotel for the night when you’re less than 2 hours away from your house, but you’re too tired to stay awake driving at midnight. And besides that, you know ThatManILove wants you to be safe. Even if you get the last room at the hotel, there is no parking, and the cowboys, their women and their munchkins are still partying in the breakfast room.
And your eldest son is coming through the same town and wants to see you.
At midnight-thirty.
And his truck trailer loaded with horses is too big to go around the hotel parking lot, so you have to get in your truck and go meet he and his girlfriend at the closest "big enough to turn that honking sucker around" parking lot.
And then you have so much fun visiting with them for thirty minutes that when you get back to the hotel, you’re wide awake.
Awake enough to check out and drive the two hours home at 1:30 a.m.
But you...don’t. You go back to your hotel room and go to sleep.
Yup. That, people, is love.
2 comments:
Glad you got to see the boy!
Yes, ma'am. When we can see our kids (or any other loved one), how or where is unimportant. Seeing them and showing our love is the thing. Always. Glad you got to see your boy.
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