Silent Car Ride

Yesterday after school, Dad and I went to the BMV. It's about a twenty minute drive to get there. Dad drove. I sat. I was sitting consumed in my own thoughts and my dad was the same. It was an almost completely silent trip. The only thing that was said was, "Where did all of this wind come from?" I responded with a shrug. It may sound like this was a bad drive or a completely awkward twenty minutes, but it wasn't. I love that I am comfortable enough to be silent and be still with my dad. Occasions like this are so few and far between in my relationship with him. It was the perfect drive. There were no tempers, no heated debates, just me and dad.