The Road We’re On
What is it about loving someone that feels so good? I mean, loving a grandchild is the most of the mostest. Right? Is mostest a word? I think so. It’s on the website
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I look at the road we’re on. It’s supposed to be this seamless, straight path, a little bumps here and there. Maybe a pothole or two. Maybe a detour every once in a while, but sometimes, it’s like I’m four-wheeling in the Sahara Desert in a 40 year old mini Opel sedan. Hehehehe 😄. And, yes. I drove an Opel a while ago. It was a lot of fun. We, my close friends and I, in high school, actually pushed it more than we drove it, but it was a lot of fun. There was lots of laughter learning about how to set points on a car and all those neat things needed in a car to make it drive.
I think we learn about love from the womb. We’re in this beautiful warm and comfy place. We don’t have a care in the world. Then we’re born and there are all of these people smiling at us — almost all of the time.
As we begin to learn to walk — lots and lots of encouragement, laughter, “oh no’s!!!,” did I say lots of encouragement. The I…
