Compromise Blessing

Over the weekend, I traveled back to Philadelphia to attend two celebrations
My sweet daughter-in-law recently turned 30 years old, my great-nephew turns 1 year-old.
Each event warranted celebration with family and friends. It brought me back to the neighborhood that I grew up in to enjoy. 
My family shares my not so secret-secret that I am a quirky driver. Living in the city for many years with good public transportation and jobs close to home cemented that down. On my way up this weekend, I took a different route and quite frankly, it made me nervous. After that I got to drive to South Street in Philly and contend with parking (or lack there of)
It was especially nice to take my daughter along for the ride to South St. I picked her up in the neighborhood my children grew up in. As a compromise for taking the scenic route with me, I had the privilege of listening to her music choices on the way. We spent quality time together chatting and even got to listen to the strangle song twice.....or was it three times?
Today, I count as my blessing the ability to compromise.