Euphoria
I had the sheer and utter thrill of off-roading today while riding shotgun with my son behind the wheel of his rugged well used jeep 4x4. It was spontaneous and exciting. I had barely stepped outside to see what was going on when he asked if I wanted to take a ride with him. How could I resist!? Barefooted, I hurdled the side of his jeep throwing all caution along with dinner preparation to the wind. I could feel the adrenaline rising with the thought of my hair blowing circles around my face. Not to mention a wild rush of excitement coinciding with the precariousness nature of our expedition.
Pleased as I could be I nestled in as best I could as it was a rather tight fit. Did I mention my son is 4 and his jeep well… with my knees up to my chin, grinning from ear to ear, my backside resting on the back of the seat stretching my arms behind us I gripped either side of the jeep. He lurched into reverse to back us out of the front walk and then paused. Leaning into me he kindly whispered, “um I might not be able to go too fast cause your too big”. He had a point as he looked up into my eyes with me towering over him. I must admit I felt like and most likely looked like a giraffe squeezed into a tissue box.
Nonetheless, it didn’t deter his enormously adventurous heart from giving his mom the ride of her life and off we went. Simultaneously as he floored it the front wheels lifted up off the ground high into the air, we popped a wheelie! A surge of giggles erupted from the both of us. My mother’s heart melted in his little sparkling eyes filled with pure joy. Needless to say I quickly discovered how to anticipate and maneuver in order to keep us from flipping his jeep.
Oh the thrill as we drove through thick green lawns catching air over curbs, speeding through bark filled landscaping leaving a wake of wood chips in our tracks, dodging and clipping all sorts of obstacles. What a rush! I can’t remember the last time I roared with such uncontrollable delight.
Pleased as I could be I nestled in as best I could as it was a rather tight fit. Did I mention my son is 4 and his jeep well… with my knees up to my chin, grinning from ear to ear, my backside resting on the back of the seat stretching my arms behind us I gripped either side of the jeep. He lurched into reverse to back us out of the front walk and then paused. Leaning into me he kindly whispered, “um I might not be able to go too fast cause your too big”. He had a point as he looked up into my eyes with me towering over him. I must admit I felt like and most likely looked like a giraffe squeezed into a tissue box.
Nonetheless, it didn’t deter his enormously adventurous heart from giving his mom the ride of her life and off we went. Simultaneously as he floored it the front wheels lifted up off the ground high into the air, we popped a wheelie! A surge of giggles erupted from the both of us. My mother’s heart melted in his little sparkling eyes filled with pure joy. Needless to say I quickly discovered how to anticipate and maneuver in order to keep us from flipping his jeep.
Oh the thrill as we drove through thick green lawns catching air over curbs, speeding through bark filled landscaping leaving a wake of wood chips in our tracks, dodging and clipping all sorts of obstacles. What a rush! I can’t remember the last time I roared with such uncontrollable delight.