The other week as Nic and I were making one of our many trips back to Iowa from The Motherland, I was sitting in the passenger seat checking out the beautiful countryside.
I wanted to ask Nic to pull over so I could take a photograph of the frost kissed grasses gently swaying in the breeze, but it took a good three exits to work up the courage.
I laughed outwardly at myself as internally a battle was being raged over this simple request.
Don't do it. He'll think your turning into his mother. You are not Barb.
Who cares, it's a beautiful photo! Do it, do it, do it!
He will laugh at you. You are so turning into his mother.
But look at this beauty passing you by...
Hesitantly, I whispered, "Nic? I swear I am not turning in to your mother, but can you take the next exit so I can take a picture?"
He laughed, pulled over and allowed me to capture the beautiful countryside.
And thanks Barb - you know you are my favorite mother-in-law.