We’ll steal away this afternoon.
Even if the rain never stops and the roads are like little rivers and the wind whips our car all over the place.
We’ll load the car with our people and their stuff and the one lone umbrella that is in working order. It’s a small one so I’ll probably make the boys wear ball caps and the babies will want to wear their rain boots and I’ll let them because I have no fight left in me.
And because it’s raining and that’s the whole reason I bought them.
We’ll blare the music so loudly that when we stop at the street lights people will turn in their cars and look to the pimped out ride on their left and wonder why in the world those kids who look like Lil’ Wayne would be listening to Taylor Swift. We’ll watch their faces and we’ll laugh and then switch to Jesus music and throw them for an even bigger loop.
We’re crazy like that.
The man I will talk in low voices in the front of the car and the big girls will try to listen to us solving all the world’s problems. It’s easy to fix the world while strapped into a speeding vehicle. It’s a whole other thing to fix the world when the world is sitting around your table.
Or on your porch swing.
We’ll arrive somewhere west of here and spend dollars we shouldn’t and we’ll fall into ourselves again.
And long after the baby starts sucking her finger and rubbing eyes, we’ll pile back into the car and I’ll hold my love’s hand all the way home.
As always, I am linking up with Lisa Jo over at The Gypsy Mama, this time writing for 5 minutes flat on the prompt Fall. And as always, I am writing in real time. We will load the car in 5 hours and paddle out of town this afternoon because this mama needs a change of scenery. Like really bad.