You know. Like a broom stick.
I slay myself.
So. In mere days Mark and I will be trekking down to the border to visit his parents who are currently missionaries IN MEXICO. Yeah, when I said the border I meant THE border.
This is how excited I am…
I love this little girl.
When Mark and I decided to go visit his parents we decided to drive. Because it’ll be fun, right? 24 hours in the car together. Loving every minute because what’s better than spending TWENTY-FOUR hours in a car with the person you love the most in the world?
By September the idea horrified me so much that I was on Southwest.com nearly every day looking to see if there were flights that we could afford.
By October Mark had decided that not only would we be driving, but we would be taking his car. A stick shift.
Does this man even know who he is married to?
By November I was googling things like, “How did Scotty beam people up?” because my ability to drive Mark’s car had increased by zero yet Christmas kept getting closer and closer.
In December we had our FIRST stick shift lesson. First. I’m a quick study but this was insane. I was able to get the car into first gear. Or at least that’s what Mark said I did. All I know is that when I pulled into our driveway (yes, I graduated from the middle school parking lot to our subdivision’s roads) the car died, or something, and I started crying and screaming and just got out of the car.
This trip is going to be fantastic, right?
Things haven’t gotten much better on the stick shift driving front. Mark insists that I will be able to manage my 8 hour leg of the trip by Saturday. After all, he says, I can get into first gear. Which, to me, is the equivalent of agreeing to open heart surgery because a dude can cut in a straight line… not really hacking it in my world.
Once we get to The Border, everything is going to be wonderful Christmas gravy, though. His parents (Connie in the comments, in case you cared) are amazing and I can’t explain how happy Mark is about getting to spend holidays with his family. I’m excited, too, but Mark’s been needing this kind of Christmas for awhile.
So if you guys could just pray for stick shift driving skills OR affordable “Beam me up, Scotty” transportation we’d appreciate it much.