Every morning, the boys and I pile in the car, still dressed in our pajamas and half awake, to take Daddy to work. It’s not because our cars are broken or because we don’t want to pay parking fees or because I love to drive. We’ve found that the drive to and from his work has been a good rhythm for our family. It gives us time to talk with each other about our day, listen to music, give kisses and I love yous, and just be with each other. It all started because we were down to one car, but it’s continuing because we love what it has become.