An emotional farewell to my car

I have had it for six and a half years.

It has been through my pregnancy with my daughter and her infancy, my pregnancy with my son and through his infancy, and their simultaneous toddler and preschool years.

That car has been peed in, pooped in, thrown up on, bled on, spilled on, scratched up, and generally defiled. Once, it had an entire pot roast spilled on its front seat, including the gravy.

Come to think of it, so have I. Well, everything but the pot roast, that is.

Perhaps my car and I have more in common than I had originally considered.

That car has seen us back Oakley Sunglasses Outlet and forth to hospitals to have babies, to NICUs to visit them and then to eventually bring them home. It has taken us to the Emergency Room for twisted ankles, bad falls, and bouts with pneumonia.

It has been there for first days of school, has taken us apple picking, to zoos, to grandparents houses, gymnastics, dance classes, music lessons, and literally thousands of therapy appointments.

It has provided endless (minutes?) of entertainment at the car wash, and its back seat has been the crime scene for endless (hours?) of sibling fights verbal, physical, and psychological warfare getting equal billing.

It has been the site of countless rounds of "I Spy", hundreds of inquiries of "How was school?" and the ever popular and clichd "Are we there yet?"

It has held my sunglasses and coffee for me, carted our groceries home, driven me around town, and politely told me how to get to new places never getting frustrated or judging me when I made wrong turns or missed my destination just gently letting me know that it would be happy to "recalculate" and getting me back to where I needed to be.

Never once did it ask, "Are you sure you don't just want me to drive?"

Cleaning out the glove compartment was like a trip down memory lane too small children's sunglasses, CDs of earworm worthy kids music that has thankfully been outgrown, a pack of gum that is likely older than my Oakley Sunglasses Sale son.

It has one of those family decals on the back with a stick figure for each of the four of us, and one for our beloved dog whom we had to give away last year after we realized that my husband and son were both allergic to him.

It has dings and dents and the front doesn't look as good as it used to after a couple of small incidents.

That much more we apparently have in common it has also kept us safe. It has kept us warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and dry from the elements year round.

It has served its time and it has served us well.

And if you've invited us over for dinner anytime after tomorrow, don't count on me bringing the pot roast More likely you can put me down for Angel Food cake or mashed potatoes anything that matches the beige interior of the Oakley Vault new car.

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