“Stop the car!!!!” I really did not say it that way. I was much more polite. Here is how it really happened.
“Ooooh! look at that quaint gas station.” I wearing a smile from ear to ear. Sitting in the back seat (daughter sat up front) I quickly recited a silent prayer he would pull over. My husband, always so gracious, let off the gas peddle, bringing his hands slight left, asked “Want me to stop?”
A spur-of-the moment road trip ensued Saturday morning, 7-1-2017. I packed my camera, a road map (really a GPS but that just sounds unromantic) water and strangely we were off.
May the sound of freedom be heard around the world! Happy Fourth of July!