Advent in a Pandemic: An Invitation to Wait

My family takes a lot of road trips. We've driven across the country several times, and to pass the time, I have mastered the art of annoying my parents. Growing up, I would sit in the backseat and religiously chant, "How many more minutes until we get there, Dad? How many more minutes." At one point, my sister timed my frequency, and on average, I chanted this question every five minutes. My dad, often exasperated, would look straight at my desperate, restless eyes through his mirror and declare, "Daniella, stop asking and wait. We'll get there when we get there."