I remember long ago. Years ago. A point in time when Jeannette was a little toddler. This was before the seat belt laws came into play. We owned an orange pinto station wagon with paneling on the sides. Every Friday at my ex husband's request, we would head out to Corcoran, California and spend the entire weekend with his parents. The station wagon seats would be put down on late Sunday evenings so that my Jeannette and her brother Daniel and sister Diana would lay down and sleep on the way back home. They were cozy with their soft blankets and comfy pillows. We headed down highway 43 and then to the freeway 99. It took about an hour to arrive home. When it was time to wake up the children they did not want to get off the car and I really didn't blame them. I loved them then and now. Carried each one of them to bed. Took off their shoes as they sat up with their sleep heads wobbling. Reached over to the dresser and pulled out their PJ's and put them on. Then tenderly led them to the bathroom and actually brushed their teeth. Then back to bed. Lights out. My babies were home safe and sound.
I still can't believe that during all those times I never put a seat belt on them. Lucky Me.
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