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Last night I watched a movie that was pretty lame on the whole but had a couple of insightful moments.
Throughout the film, the young lady complains that her dad drives like a grandma. Finally, she talks to him and asks why he always drive so slow. He says, he doesn't always drive slow, but only when she is in the car with him. (ie. He loves her and wants to keep her safe...corny moment, lame "Full House" music plays...yadda yadda)
But this brought to mind a memory I have of my own husband on the day he brought Rebecca and I home from the hospital when she was 3 days old.
D.J. attached the car seat ever so carefully, and then checked it repeatedly to be sure it was secure. He put the car into gear and barely touched the gas as we rolled down the hospital drive way. He drove the car as if it were a ticking time bomb which would blow if the speedometer went above 20 km. He turned every corner ever so gently, and if a car was within a mile of us, he would cautiously give way to other drivers.
I remember laughing to myself all the way home at his caution, and concern. This from the guy whose favorite past-time was doing 360s on the road in his mustang. The guy who did donuts in the Dairy Queen parking lot and loved to "fish tail" in the rain.
Mr. Maniac driver went from Evil Kneivel to Mr. Rogers in just 3 days. Isn't it amazing what love can do?
Last night I watched a movie that was pretty lame on the whole but had a couple of insightful moments.
Throughout the film, the young lady complains that her dad drives like a grandma. Finally, she talks to him and asks why he always drive so slow. He says, he doesn't always drive slow, but only when she is in the car with him. (ie. He loves her and wants to keep her safe...corny moment, lame "Full House" music plays...yadda yadda)
But this brought to mind a memory I have of my own husband on the day he brought Rebecca and I home from the hospital when she was 3 days old.
D.J. attached the car seat ever so carefully, and then checked it repeatedly to be sure it was secure. He put the car into gear and barely touched the gas as we rolled down the hospital drive way. He drove the car as if it were a ticking time bomb which would blow if the speedometer went above 20 km. He turned every corner ever so gently, and if a car was within a mile of us, he would cautiously give way to other drivers.
I remember laughing to myself all the way home at his caution, and concern. This from the guy whose favorite past-time was doing 360s on the road in his mustang. The guy who did donuts in the Dairy Queen parking lot and loved to "fish tail" in the rain.
Mr. Maniac driver went from Evil Kneivel to Mr. Rogers in just 3 days. Isn't it amazing what love can do?
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