For us in the back seat behind Dad and Mom, Sunday drives began in the Church parking lot after Mass.
With the echoes of the final hymn still upon our lips in the car beneath the tall steeple, we most often rode either to Munhall or to Brookline, to visit either Dad’s or Mom’s parents, along with the Aunts and the Uncles and all the cousins, so the beautiful sharing of family could confirm what all were sharing with one another—Love.
Later, I drove with my wife beside me and our children behind us. We could feel their excitement, their kicking the backs of our seats, as they anticipated with joy their arrivals in the homes of their grandparents, in West Mifflin or South Park.
Now, the Sunday drives are made by those same children who used to kick the seats behind my wife and me, and our grandchildren sit behind them, probably kicking their seats. We see them watching for our house, pointing at us at the front door, and smiling at one another as their car turns into our driveway.
My wife and I look forward to their arrivals: to seeing them all, hugging them all, kissing them all.
Sunday drives, along with our memories of them, still keep families close to one another, and more importantly, closer to opportunities that nurture Love For All.
Yes indeed - as a kid in the UK Sunday was Church and then a drive .... my dad used to say why go abroad - there are lots of roads I haven't been on right here at home!
For us in the back seat behind Dad and Mom, Sunday drives began in the Church parking lot after Mass.
With the echoes of the final hymn still upon our lips in the car beneath the tall steeple, we most often rode either to Munhall or to Brookline, to visit either Dad’s or Mom’s parents, along with the Aunts and the Uncles and all the cousins, so the beautiful sharing of family could confirm what all were sharing with one another—Love.
Later, I drove with my wife beside me and our children behind us. We could feel their excitement, their kicking the backs of our seats, as they anticipated with joy their arrivals in the homes of their grandparents, in West Mifflin or South Park.
Now, the Sunday drives are made by those same children who used to kick the seats behind my wife and me, and our grandchildren sit behind them, probably kicking their seats. We see them watching for our house, pointing at us at the front door, and smiling at one another as their car turns into our driveway.
My wife and I look forward to their arrivals: to seeing them all, hugging them all, kissing them all.
Sunday drives, along with our memories of them, still keep families close to one another, and more importantly, closer to opportunities that nurture Love For All.
Yes indeed - as a kid in the UK Sunday was Church and then a drive .... my dad used to say why go abroad - there are lots of roads I haven't been on right here at home!