“Are we there yet?” came the staccato whine from the back seat, each syllable accented by a thumping kick to the seat in front of my daughter.
Adjusting my mirror to look at her I paused. She looks like an angel. Well, okay, sort of angel, an angel with a strong will…and an attitude…and that horrible whine.
I couldn’t understand her frustration. After all we had just started our Mother-Daughter “Taste and See” Trip. A quarterly excursion where the Kit Kat and I take a break, just the two of us, and head off to see what we can see and taste what new foods and experiences we can get a taste of.
“We’ve traveled 26 miles of a 186 mile trip. We are on I-30 east, the first road.”
“Yeah, I miss Andrew too.”
I watched her reaction from the back seat as she fought to keep from laughing, squirmed visibly, huffed once, gasped twice and then decided to keep the argument to herself and just smile.
“So what do you think Daddy and Andrew are doing? Do they miss us?”
“Yeah, they miss us. But remember, Daddy wanted us to really pay attention to everything around us so that we could share the excitement of our trip the next time we talked to him.”
“Okay, I guess I can pay attention.”
“Kit Kat!” yelled Andrew, toddling towards his not much bigger than him sister, followed by Daddy who looked like he had survived an all-boys weekend just fine.
“Sheesh, you would have thought that we had been gone for weeks instead of two days. Guess you all didn’t miss us at all.” My eyes twinkled.
My husband looked at me, smiled softly, “So how was she?”
“A perfect angel, of course, would we expect less from the power child?”
Amid our laughter, our daughter, her shadow in tow, bounded towards us.
“Guess what I saw, Daddy?”
“What”, my husband let me go long enough to get blue eyes to blue eyes with our daughter.
“I saw a big ball of yarn, a whole bunch of motorcycles, and five truck drivers honked their horns – Toot! Toot! – Then we saw some houses that mommy said had gingerbread trim – but they didn’t look like cookies to me – I think mommy doesn’t know what she is talking about. We also saw lots of horses and sheep and cows and a llama, and I got to pet the llama. Did you know that llamas have long tongues? They look like this when they lick. We got to eat cornbread that had real corn in it. I didn’t think I would like it, but I did. I put honey butter on it. How do they get the honey into the butter, Daddy? I had a cheeseburger one day, but they put salad on it and I don’t like the salad. But mommy took the salad off and ate it like a bunny. She’s so silly. I saw a statue of…Mommy, what was that guy’s name? Mommy also got a picture of me in front of a fountain. I stood on one leg and held my arms out and my head up in the air like this. A guy that was old like you told me to be careful not to fall. I asked mommy if I could swim in the fountain, but she said that only lucky pennies, not lucky little girls get to swim in that fountain.” Her voice trailed off as she paused to recapture her breath and journey memories to tell some more.
My husband broke the pause and asked “Do you remember the verse I told you before you left.”
There was a brief stillness as the wheels visibly turned and then my daughter cheered,
“Taste and see that the Lord is good. Psalm Thirty-Four Eight.”
“Very good, Kayleigh, did you see God a lot as you were tasting and seeing on this trip?”
“Oh yeah! God was in all of those churches – like a bazillion of them – Daddy, what do they use to get the stain out of stained glass? Is the red permanent like the kool-aid I spilled in the living room? Mommy said that trees waving in the breeze were telling us God said hello…and then I…”
Her voice rambled on sharing with us as I leaned over to my husband and kissed his cheek.
Angel, what a perfect angel he is.
Well, sort of.
(All Scripture verses are New International Version)
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