Actually, our little family of 3 celebrated Mother's Day a day early, just because we could. We all got up early on Saturday morning. The day promised to be rather warm, so we decided to head for cooler ground. We drove north to Prescott to enjoy a change of scenery, 20 degree cooler temperatures, an art festival, and a little adventure.
We couldn't have asked for a better day. Andy was completely agreeable for the drive and was a babbling fool. He really enjoyed the walk around the outdoor art festival because there were tons of dogs being walked around by their owners. We let him run around for a bit and he couldn't have been happier. Andy had his first experience with ladybugs, and thought they were great fun when Brian showed them to him.
We walked around downtown and found a fun place for lunch where the 3 of us shared a hamburger and some sweet potato fries. Yummy! Afterward, we walked around some more before deciding to head home.
Now, on the drive up we saw awful traffic heading south, so we decided to look for a different route home. I knew there was one, because I had driven it before with a friend. However, our friend Magellan had a different plan.
This route began with narrow, curvy mountain roads. This is a well-known recipe for car sickness for me. So, this part of the drive wasn't a lot of fun for me, though it was scenic. This return route was also longer than the original route. However, our destination (home) was still the same, and we did eventually get there.
While on the drive home I couldn't help but think of how it mirrored our journey to parenthood. We were forced to take a different route when the regular road didn't work out. The road we did take was full of twists and turns and literally made me sick. But, there were nice things about this route. Brian was with me, right by my side. The scenery was pretty and we had an adventure. Most importantly, we did arrive at our destination, even if it did take a little longer. And now we have a nice story to tell about it.