But for me, it's time to move on.
For going down Sunday to hear Jane speak to her student church congregation. Busting my buttons with pride for this girl of mine.
For board games getting pulled out.
For the school routine winding down.
For summer's approach. For all the fun we are planning.
For those times she calls me up on the phone, bursting, filling me in on all the happenings in her world.
For this little number right here we had on Sunday night. There's just something about bananas, nuts, and chocolate that sends me to the moon. And a few sliced strawberries on top. Oh, wow.
For getting his emails. Wednesdays are my favorite day of the week, now. And he's doing so great, by the way.
For these no chill now, shorts and a t-shirt morning runs. Loving what these new shoes are doing for me, too.
And not to be and not to appear *materialistic* (I really hesitate to share this, as I unfortunately came across this way to a reader not too long ago for disclosing that I bought new porch swing cushions.)
After 11 years of driving "Old Reliable" who isn't too reliable anymore...
...we decided it was time for us to look for and purchase a new(ish) car. The car I would mainly drive. Friday night, most of the day on Saturday, and then all day yesterday was consumed with this task.
Well, we found something to feel good about. Even if it's older- a 2004 Acura MDX- it pretty much is making me very happy today.
(It's kind of like a big deal to me, friends.)
Thanks for the memories, old friend.
So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Goodnight.
You served our family well. Being there for us in those heavy parenting years, when all the five kids were home and needed to be carted around this way and that. We loved you. For the times you took us on our vacations. For the trips to the library. For the never ending trips to get groceries. For the innumerable trips to and from the various schools. For all those carpool runs. Even the time when that huge pot of gumbo spilled all over the back and we had what the kid's said was "old pizza" smell lingering for years.
And so farewell to that 15 year long Mom-Van stage of my life.
I will not miss the three doors that wouldn't open. (only if you know the "trick".) I won't miss the embarrassment of the paint peeling and rust spots taking over the exterior. Breaking down on the freeway with little kids in tow. The missing, never replaced hub cap. The broken, Duck tape repair job side view mirror.
Maybe you still will stick around for teenage drivers. Then again, maybe you won't.