I imagine it was a clear, crisp spring day. I was probably five years old, outside pushing my little brother in a baby swing. We were giggling and carefree in a way only children can be. My mom called out, “Dani, don’t push him too high.” And I replied, “It’s ok. Jesus will take care of him.”
My husband is a huge classic Corvette fan. He has been given countless Corvette models, shirts, watches and even cologne. He can identify which light shape corresponds to each model or how the vents on the side indicate what year it is. If we were driving to my brother’s house in Bowling Green Kentucky, he would want to take a detour to the National Corvette Museum. I admire people who can be driving someplace and stop along the way for little adventures. But that is definitely not me! I am the person that heads straight to my destination and then, once the car is unloaded, the vacation begins… and not a minute before!