Morning Commute

We got out of the house fairly early this morning. Other than his eye bothering him, Trace had a wonderful birthday morning. With yesterday's family party, he's begun "birthday week" - and will get a little present every day until his friends-party at the park next Saturday. He's really looking forward to it, and it gives him a chance to see that we really enjoy having him around, really enjoy making him happy, and really have fun find little things we know he likes. We left the neighborhood, got to school about ten minutes early, and then I had an uneventful drive into work for the next 25 minutes or so.

I watch people as I drive - mostly those coming up behind me, tailgating a bit before changing lanes to pass on the interstate. Where are they going in such a hurry? What are they doing in their cars that might be making them less than attentive? What are they thinking, and to what are they listening? What's on their to-do list for the morning? Do they know Jesus, and are they rushing to that introduction faster than they're ready for? Things like that cross my mind as I drive the beltway each morning. That, and why couldn't Starbucks be closer to my route?