What would your valentine do if both of your cars broke down at once? If he was my valentine, he’d borrow a limousine, of course. But not just for today, John’s been driving this diesel-chugging beast of a 1980′s limousine around town going on three weeks now. I’m driving his car, and my car is in pieces on the mechanic’s garage floor.
Since 1980 was a long time ago and driving a limousine is not nearly as fun as riding in a limousine, John and I are both tolerating the situation. Cooper, on the other hand, is loving it. Where I refuse to sit in the back, Cooper would have his place no where else. Here we are driving home from school when the front was too stuffed with stuff for me to fit.
Yes, to a 13 year-old, it’s pretty fun to have a limo on hand. Cooper had a sleepover, and John drove the boys home in it the next morning. What a thrill that Cooper’s friend, Jack, lives in a gated community. They rolled down the window just enough for their lips to peek through the crack, and Cooper said in his most uppity voice, “The McGovern’s, please.” Hopefully, we’re not still driving it full-time at that point, but they’re already making plans for the eighth-grade dance.
And when John’s friends aren’t quite as impressed by his over-sized ride, he smiles and says, “Hey, if it was 1980, I’d be stylin’.” That’s my valentine – humbled without losing his sense of humor. Cupid definitely did right by me. Happy Valentine’s Day!
