He worries about me. Isn't it sweet? I'm 43 years old; we have been married for 13 years; I have driven all over the country as part of my first job out of college; since I started teaching, I've driven to innumerable conferences and workshops and training sessions. I haven't had a wreck since that weird run of three Valentines Days in a row when I was 18, 19, and 20 - that's ancient history - and only one parking ticket in the interim! Yet, he worries about me.
This weekend I will be attending a committee meeting in Columbia, MO. It's a mere three hours from home. All good roads, daytime driving, and I'm renting a car since ours has gotten, well, old and well-used. Of course, anything can happen, but that's true anytime with everyone. Today is Monday and he has mentioned my trip, let's see, around. . . five times today.
He worries about me. Isn't it sweet?
1 comment:
That IS sweet!! Wish I had read this post sooner - I would've offered to take you to lunch or something while you were in the area. I live just outside of Columbia. Hope you had a good, safe trip!
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