As the kids got older, we started accumulating stuff so before we really knew what happened the car turned into a big truck as we were traveling down our road. We collected the stuff in the bed of the truck. There was a house, lots of things for the house, and other stuff I'm not sure about. The kids started bringing friends home and the relatives started visiting more because of the kids, so one day I looked back and we were towing an RV. There were a lot of people in our vehicles, people from church, from the kid's schools and other activities, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, mothers, fathers, and grandparents . . . lots of grandparents. It was really expensive to travel down the road now. We kept having to stop and let some off so others could get on. Oh, and we were still going in the same direction but the path was more complicated than it used to be. In addition to the detours and pit stops there were side paths that i thought would be a good idea to travel down but my husband didn't and vice versa. We stayed together in the front seat of the truck but in order to keep each other happy (and i use that term loosely at this point), we did take some of those side paths.
Well, we finally arrived at our destination that we began all those years ago. The kids were grown in vehicles of their own. At times our paths cross but now we are the ones getting on and off their RV's. When we are on our path we are no longer in a truck. We traded it in for a nice Biuck, although not your grandfather's Buick. We were among the lucky ones - our marriage survived. Although, when we had it all, the kids, the truck, the RV full of people, there was a big bump in the road. We almost lost our way. One of us almost got out of the truck, threw up their hands, and ran screaming in the opposite direction. The one was not running from the other one but rather from the truck, et al. We came so close to being a statistic, one of every two marriages that didn't work. How did we avoid that pothole? I'm not sure. Maybe as the marriage had gotten bigger without much of our notice, we also weren't sure what caused the one's need to get out of the truck. It was moving really fast and we didn't want to get hurt, i guess. Lucky for us, now that I think back, because now we are driving where we want to again and the marriage was good and produced happy people and memories. It's guiet inside the Buick. I'm older and he's still driving but we take turns more than we used to . . . and we're happy. Love to all, Deb B.