I’ve found that on road trips and holidays, some men can be a tad too particular about getting from Pt A to Pt B on time.
If we drive at 110km/h we can reach San Francisco in 6.5 hours.
“Honey, look, let’s stop for pastries at Solvang. The town looks pretty.”
“We can’t. It will throw our timing off and we will get caught in the traffic.”
“Honey, look, let’s stop by the beach coz it has a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean.”
“Please, we don’t have time coz we’ll be late.”
“Late in getting there in 6.5 hours.”
Years ago, there was a cruise ad in Australia targeted at widows that read “Taking you to places your late husband wouldn’t stop at.”
Sometimes we can be so focused on getting to our destination that we fail to enjoy life’s beauty along the way.
I’m learning to do more of that. Now when I’m late in picking my wife, I tell her I had to stop to enjoy the moment.
Gary is the resident “blogger of few words” whose brevity and takes on love, life and daily interactions with his son are rather popular with readers. He loves his wife and son dearly, and enjoys jamming together with them as a family band.