AmazingGrace
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I took my kids to the beach today. Afterwards, I had to clean all the sand out of the van that the kids treked in. I cleaned out the back, ans climbed into each side to sweep out sand and clean out their toys. At one point I found myself in the passenger seat.
That's when it hit me. I haven't sat in the passenger seat since my husband left for deployment.
See, in the minivan of life, my husband does most of the driving. I sit in the passenger seat, reading, playing yahtzee or changing the radio station, much to my husband's annoyance. Rick asks for my imput, but for the most part, I'm content to let him do the driving. I'm a much better passenger than a driver.
Now, I'm in the driver's seat. There's no one else to sit there, no one else to drive. My husband is so far away that we aren't even awake at the same time.
I miss the passenger seat at times, but I'm proud that I'm able to drive so well. I haven't wrecked the minivan. I haven't run out of gas. I haven't forgotten to pick up my kids from school. And I haven't lost my way yet.
I hope my husband's proud of the way I'm driving. I'm trying very hard to keep the minivan on the road.
Soon, my husband will call me and tell me when his flight is due in from overseas. I'll climb into the driver's seat, and head into Gulfport and go pick him up.
The first thing I'll do after the hugs and kisses is hand him the keys and climb into the passenger seat...
or maybe I'll drive us home.
That's when it hit me. I haven't sat in the passenger seat since my husband left for deployment.
See, in the minivan of life, my husband does most of the driving. I sit in the passenger seat, reading, playing yahtzee or changing the radio station, much to my husband's annoyance. Rick asks for my imput, but for the most part, I'm content to let him do the driving. I'm a much better passenger than a driver.
Now, I'm in the driver's seat. There's no one else to sit there, no one else to drive. My husband is so far away that we aren't even awake at the same time.
I miss the passenger seat at times, but I'm proud that I'm able to drive so well. I haven't wrecked the minivan. I haven't run out of gas. I haven't forgotten to pick up my kids from school. And I haven't lost my way yet.
I hope my husband's proud of the way I'm driving. I'm trying very hard to keep the minivan on the road.
Soon, my husband will call me and tell me when his flight is due in from overseas. I'll climb into the driver's seat, and head into Gulfport and go pick him up.
The first thing I'll do after the hugs and kisses is hand him the keys and climb into the passenger seat...
or maybe I'll drive us home.
I better go hug my hubby---we want to thank you and your hubby for your sacriface. May he come hope safely--he has married a very special lady. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
It's on the radio, and it's one of the songs that gets me moving! 
