This evening I made the drive from Austin to Corpus Christi. It began in wretched-4:30pm-on-Friday-afternoon Austin traffic and I was not so sure I was in the mood for a solo road trip. Things started looking up when I was scanning the radio and became inordinately excited about Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow singing “Picture” (I don’t know why I felt a sudden attachment to that song).
Anyway, things kept looking up as I made it through and beyond the Austin-San Marcos-New Braunfels traffic and it began to really feel like Summer. I drove through a bright, sunny, dense rain shower that required a solid level 3 windshield wiper speed and I could smell the rain. I am not poetic and I think until today I thought people were making that up. It’s real. Rain smells great.
I talked to my mom on the phone at one point and I found myself saying “This is a beautiful drive! It’s really beautiful!”. I sounded just like my dad, and I loved it. Then I proceeded to ask her if she agreed with my personal beef with the theological implications of something I read today…and I sounded just like my mom, and I loved it.
I’m confident – and hopeful – that I’m growing up to be like my parents in more ways than these.
A little later on, I checked into my hotel and then went out to get something to eat and ended up at Sonic. Another point in the mom-isms category. 🙂