Roadtrips With My Dad

I’ll always remember my dad driving our whole family for hours and hours whenever we would go on road trips growing up.

 I’d always wake up after a few hours on the road and just see him like this; hands on the wheel, occasionally changing the radio station or adjusting the air conditioner. I’d see the rosary swinging back and forth as we drove through winding roads, and just a peek of his face in the rearview mirror. 

I snapped this over the weekend when we went to Reno, and it felt just like old times being in that backseat all over again.