When is the last time you just went for a drive? Just a drive...with no purpose of where you are headed, but solely to enjoy the afternoon and maybe someone that you love. I couldn't have told you the last time I went for a drive just for the heck of it. Canean on the other hand, loves to get in his truck and drive until he feels like turning around, it's like therapy to him. The kind of drive where you get lost to the sound of the music, the thoughts in your head, and the scenery around you. So yesterday, we went for a drive, the two of us and the dogs. There is just something about Sunday drives, they are good for the soul.

We loaded the dogs in the truck, I threw my to-do list to the side, and agreed that it would be nice since I couldn't remember the last time that we went on a drive together with nowhere to go.

We have a tradition...me and the hubs...a tradition that we sort of work our schedules around if at all possible. It's something so simple, but is essential to a successful weekend if you ask us. It usually involves a full belly and way too much enthusiasm for two 30 year olds to have for such an activity. Sundays, for us are all about the nap.

This is how our Sundays typically go.

We wake up, we head to church, we brunch (at home or out), we walk the pups (you know to walk off the delicious brunch), we take an epic nap (crucial), wake up sometimes walk the pups again, I cook dinner, we eat, watch a little TV and savor the last weekend moments before Monday slaps us in the face at 5:30 AM (that's what time Canean's alarm goes off, I usually get out of the bed around 5:57 AM, give or take a minute.)

That combination right there equals Sunday success. Well...if you are us it does.

Sunday Drives

Sundays and Naps