asleep at the wheel

journaling reads: What a fun afternoon boating with Nain and Pop. All you wanted to do was drive this thing and you could hardly see over the dash. On our way back after a long day even though you could not even keep your eyes open you insisted on sitting with Pop and driving. Every time we looked over your chin was down, eyes were closed, and your hands still wrapped tight around that steering wheel. You were not letting go!