We leave Friday evening after dinner my father drives, my mother chats and sighs and turns around to shush at Sue and me fighting our usual war for backseat acreage. It’s night before we slow and take the turn on the narrow dirt road and into starless, uninhabited darkness.
Choice words say so much in a little story. 💜
Felt the sobering moment in my heart...🧡
I love it! Beautiful moment to remember