There is always something for which to be thankful.
“Sunday driver!” we’d shout in fun at the slowpoke car in front of us.
Growing up, the term “road rage” hadn’t been invented yet. So when we kids were bouncing along in the back seat (that was before seat belts!) while Daddy drove and Mommy sat beside him, holding the baby in her lap (before mandatory car seats, too!)…we’d simply giggle and yell “Sunday driver!” as Daddy sped by the poky car ahead of us.
Ah, one more sweet memory…and yet another “Bits ‘n Pieces” of my life!