I read somewhere how older kids will open up riding in the car, because they don't have to look their parent in the eye while divulging what's bothering them, what's happening with their friends, what type of person they're becoming. Over-sharing is pretty rampant in our family but I'm keeping that in mind, in case I ever stop hearing about the daily details that make up their days.
We pick up milk, peanut butter, apples. We drop off mail, donations, musical instruments. The quiet admissions, hilarious retellings and occasional milestones happen when we're on the move. Slow down. Hurry up. Take the cart back. Costco pizza. Spelling P-I-Z-Z-A. Learning how to love someone that drives you crazy sometimes. Check my phone, when does soccer start? Put someone's little needs before your own little needs.
That's where the big kids go, you'll go to school there someday, too. OK, we'll LOOK at the Legos.
Little trips together make home feel so good. So proud of the things you understand.
Clean the garage. Show love to your family. Put the trucks and bikes away. Pull the baby's hood up.