But this day, there was no pioneer left in me. My feet hurt before the day began, it was a little bit cold, and I realized that I have no flat black shoes, which really isn't great for walking while pregnant. So, when Steven came home from his morning meetings, I told him that we were driving to church and that he could judge us if he wanted to. He laughed... but you'll notice he drove with us. Mm-hmm. (Okay, I guess he could argue it was because he wanted to arrive at church with the family. That's a pretty good argument).
At any rate, this is all to say that since church is around the corner, we let Noah drive. He was kind of in heaven. And I love his "cheese" face.
~ 13 Oct 2013 ~
3 comments:
Not going to lie...Totally judged, but it is a darn cute picture! Glad they were safe :-)
That looks like my husband and daughter way too often!!!
No judgement here! Especially since we'd beg my dad to let us drive on his lap and he'd cave every time! Dads are just the best!
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