Riding Dirt Roads

We enjoy going for rides in Pappaw's truck. He would be proud to know that his grandsons love that truck. We usually just take the truck for slow rides on old country dirt roads to look at the cows, or just to let the boys ride in the back. It's a treat for them. Anyone else remember riding in the back of your granddaddy or daddy's truck? I do. The most freeing feeling in the world. Fun, without doing really anything at all.

We like to ride.  Jubal got the most grand opportunity this week when we went for a ride.  His daddy let him drive.  Well, not really "drive", per se, but he got to steer the wheel.  I have to say he did a mighty fine job, too.  He may have needed a little help on the turns, but he did well on the curves, and especially the straightaways.  Makes a mama proud.  Makes for a proud daddy, too. :)

When we started out, the boys were in the back of the truck.  Jubal decided he wanted his daddy to go a little faster (like over 5 mph), so we told them they had to get up front for us to go any faster.  They agreed and both hopped in the front with us.  Jubal asked his daddy if he could drive, and Larson allowed him to.  I was a little anxious at first, but he surprised me.  Really.  

Gentry seemed to enjoy it very much, too.  He liked getting to sit next to me without Jubal fighting with him to be by my side.

We didn't ride for long, but it was long enough for us to see an amazing sunset, and for Jubal & Gentry to both be satisfied.  I love these times with my boys.  I hope they become fond memories for them as well.

I'm also thankful to live in the country.  Slow.  No hurry.  Take me home, country (dirt) road. :)