A solitary drive.
Heading out to the country.
Back roads of Oklahoma.
Dust and gravel and red dirt.
The further I retreat from the city the noise, the frenetic pace, the busyness all fade. Fade to a distant hum.
The anticipation of reaching the farm
Of being greeted by dogs and babies and family
is my favorite.
The view. A farmhouse tucked safely away. A refuge. A sanctuary.
Tonight my gaze isn’t captured by the farmhouse,
instead I come around the bend and see
– my Little Man bouncing with excitement, pointing and grinning, and wearing a killer goatee of red, mud-packed artistry.
– my Oxford Comma, the baby, shattering me with his life-inspiring mischievous grin.
These boys are my babies.
And they know it deep in themselves – like I know it.
I’m undone with Little Man’s sweet voice exclaiming, “Keke’s here!”
I’d go and be and do anything for these two. And there is nothing more perfect than taking a drive out on those country back roads to spend the evening with my favorite little guys.