One of the things that Hunter and I like to do every now and then is to take a Sunday drive. No particular destination in mind, and no particular time limit. This is a tradition that stems from years and years of growing up with my dad taking Sunday drives. My mom would load up our picnic basket with goodies while my dad would prepare the car. Then all five of us would pile in, and we'd just plain go. Often these drives would end up somewhere in the North Georgia mountains, a picnic spread across a random table or ground, and an adventure on the horizon. It became a Melvin tradition.
Traditions are something I've come to appreciate. Whether it's the tradition of driving without a destination or turning your backyard into a make-shift campground, it's these nostalgic moments that make memories special and stronger.
A few nights ago, I pulled out a quilt from the closet, grabbed a few mini chocolates and marshmallows, poured milk into my Stanley flask (who says a flask has to be for the hard stuff?), and enjoyed a late-evening nostalgic snack to myself reflecting on the memories of long, Sunday drives with my dad. With Father's Day on the horizon, it's not always the gifts for dad that we should be thinking of, but rather, the gifts of dad. With Stanley brand, I'm always reminded of my dad and the adventures we went on with him. Make Stanley a part of your next family adventure, too.
How sweet! What a fantastic tradition. I need to give this a try - I've been meaning to head up the mountains and clearly have been overthinking the trip! I just need to go :)
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This is so sweet! I think thermos' are better when filled with milk than the hard stuff anyhow! Or coffee, can never go wrong with coffee!
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