Tiny Adventures

It’s the earliest I’ve been out of the house in a while, much less loaded down with both boy and dog and a day’s worth of stuff. Eight a.m. was near and my need for a hot morning cup was growing.

At the Starbucks window, the barista hands me my chai latte.

“Oh! He’s SO CUTE!” she says, referring to my nervous, squeaky pup in the front seat. “Does he want a puppy latte?”

“Um, sure?” I say, unaware there was such a thing.

She returns with a cup full of rich whipped cream. “Thank you,” I say.

Augie momentarily forgets his nerves and sticks his nose deep into the cup.

Bear sits in the back, snuggled in his seat and still in his pajamas. There’s no need to get dressed this early. Especially for a road trip to Pop and Grams’ house.

I pull away and mentally prepare for our venture. After a few minutes to cool, I reach for a sip of tea. I have to brush the puppy hair from my lid before setting it to my lips. That dog. I think half his coat was floating through the car. He gets so anxious (excited?) when we travel.

The day is spent with family. Baron visits his great-Noni and great-Gaggy, slobbers all over his Uncles Jon and Nate (ladies, you’re missing out on some fine men there), rides the Kubota with his Pop, and loudly reprimands Grams as she attempts to set him down for a brief moment.

I, however, did mostly nothing. I make sure Bear and Augs are fed and clean and comfortable, but otherwise, my mind is light.

And I can tell today because I’m new. I needed that rest. I needed my mom’s cooking and my Noni’s hugs and Missouri’s air. I needed a tiny adventure, a quick escape.

And so – it was.




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