I didn't begin to appreciate the beauty of the drive-through until after the birth of my first kid. That whole sleeping-kid-in-and-out-of-the-carseat to pick up one prescription/cash one check thing didn't work real well, and I thought I was properly grateful. Then came kid number two, which, if you do the math, means that I had a newborn and a precocious 2 year old in tow when I set out to do my erranding. And I thought I was properly grateful.
"Properly grateful" didn't actually roll around until I had 5 kids under twelve and I was 23 months pregnant with number 6. And we were living in Rochester (big change from Florida, folks!) and it was 4 degrees outside. And there was 10 inches of snow on the ground. And the library, bless them, had a drive through window, which meant I could keep my swollen, boot-clad feet dry while I returned previously discussed stacks of invariably overdue books.
Yep, that's grateful.