I should have seen the Jeep ride coming.
Over breakfast at a local restaurant on Sunday morning, Hubby Bryan started lamenting (well, maybe there was a bit of a whine in his voice) that it was too early to get the second of our two Jeep Wranglers out of storage. (We save a substantial bit of money on insurance by waiting until after May 1.) The beauty of the second Jeep is that we can pop the top on that one, and if there is inclement weather, I always have the Grand Cherokee available to drive.
With rain in the forecast for today (it’s rumbling in the distance as I write this), it didn’t seem like a good idea to pop the top on the other Wrangler, the one he drives year round.
We ate our omelets and went home. I began to prepare some seeds for starting indoors (something I should have done a month ago!) while Bryan went about his own tasks.
A while later, I noticed that he’d pulled his Wrangler out in the driveway and was dusting it down. I didn’t pay much attention.
Then I realized he’d moved on from dusting and was unsnapping the Jeep’s fabric top.
“Want to go for a Jeep ride?” he asked with a grin.
Ten minutes later, we were headed out of the driveway and around the lake — sure to be the first of many such treks as the weather warms up. For the next 45 minutes or so, we tooled around town, completing a few errands a long the way.
I didn’t bother to bring along a jacket, and I have to admit that there was still a bit of a chill in the air, especially on the one side of the lake, but I didn’t mind. The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was rippling through my hair and I was sitting beside my favorite fella.
Life was good.
Reluctantly, we turned toward home and the rest of the chores that needed to get done.
Bryan once again stood in the driveway, with his beloved Jeep, buttoning her back up again.
“It was worth it,” he said, still smiling from ear to ear.