For Presidents’ Day weekend, my family travelled from Maryland to Georgia to visit my little sister and her new baby. The car trip is about ten hours with two adults—closer to fourteen with a toddler. Driving it without my unlicensed husband’s help is no small feat.
You can understand why I felt like I was in a hurry. And why I got pulled over for speeding. Twice.
Two very sympathetic officers softened the consequences of my actions. But I’m so grateful for the lessons I learned about rushing on the road—and through my life. Read the rest of this entry