I'd Ruther go to Druther's

After twenty-plus years of Father's days, it becomes difficult to do something new.  This dad, in particular, doesn't wear a tie.  The key to my hubby's heart is food so we normally will cook him some type of feast.  The past couple of years, having a chef-to-be in the house, Noah has cooked his Father's Day meal.

This year though, we wanted to surprise him with a road trip.  And we were successful.

A heat wave rolled in just in time for the weekend but it actually helped our surprise.  Our church has three services and we normally attend the latest because we Sunday is about our only day of the week to linger and sleep in a bit.  But that weekend, I mentioned to Tim that it might be best to go to the first before the church got hot.  Ever the flexible fella, he agreed.

Little did he know, it made our plans easier to kidnap and escape after service!

He figured something was up because Noah rode to church with us when he usually drives himself.  (Guess it isn't cool to ride up with the parental units!)   All joking aside, he often picks up a friend or two.  But this day, he drove us.  We just mentioned that we might grab a bite to eat after when he questioned it.

Once church was over, Noah entered an address on his GPS and we set out for our adventure.  As we turned an out-of-the-ordinary way on the parkway, Tim was confused.

"Where are ya'll taking me?"  he laughed.  And then he realized why I asked if he needed to pee before we left church.

We giggled and told him to settle in for a long drive.  About thirty minutes in, Tim acted like he knew where we were going but I knew there wasn't any way he would.

Just as he was about to burst -from anticipation and the need to relieve himself, we entered the parking lot.

"Hey, it's a Druthers!" he said, surprised because there's only one left in the world.  And then it dawned on him we weren't just making a pit stop, this was our destination.


Just a fast food dive to most people, Druthers had a cult following back in the day.  It began as a Burger Queen and was a popular place in the 70s and early 80s.  And it was where my hubby got his first job.

Still in High School, he'd walk the block or two after classes and work until close.  In our area, we haven't one open in over thirty years.  We knew this one still existed just a couple hours away and had been on our bucket list but hadn't got around to visiting.  Father's Day seemed like the perfect time to check it off.

Thanks to the cheap prices they still offer, we were able to offer a buffet-style sampling for Tim to take a culinary trip down memory lane.  Noah matched him bite for bite and they were both belly-busting full by the time we left.  Tim happily snored half the way home so I'd count it as a successful surprise.

   

 

I was just grateful for another year to celebrate.  Last Father's Day was a scary one, Tim just recently released from the hospital.  He's had a rough couple years health-wise with no real answers.  And to a momma who lost her son to an "unknown virus" to say anxiety and fears have been high, would be an understatement.  Watching them in the car on the way up, I was reminded of last year's attempt of an outing.  We made it to the restaurant before Tim had a breathing attack and became too ill to enjoy the day.

2017

So much changes year to year...and I'm thankful for the blessings we've been given.  

Life is short and precious, no matter how many days you have with loved ones.

2018