The truck...

I'm feeling oddly sentimental about our truck here, so I thought I would write about it. We sold our truck on Saturday. We just got another little car and we didn't want to keep paying the high gas an insurance on this beastly large vehicle, so we sold it for a killer deal. Trent says that a little part of himself died when we sold it, but I told him that we could get another truck for him when we move back to Utah someday. It's just so not practical here.

Back when I was pregnant with Clayton we became a one car family. The second car that we had (Trent's grandma's old Crown Victoria... I kid you not) was caught blowing black smoke out of the back by a cop passing by and we were no longer allowed to have it registered out here. Whatever.... so we had to give it up. I told Trent that when we had the baby I wanted to get another car with the insurance money (thank you AFLAC). That came a bit sooner than expected, but we were still able to make an insurance claim even though Clayton came so early. So we didn't get a baby... but we got enough money to get another car.

We were looking at 4 Runners. They seemed like a good family car for this stage we were at in life. So we looked at a few 4 runners and then one day Trent said, "I found the one that I want!" Okay, sounds good. Well, he didn't come home with a 4 runner, he came home with this big old truck!!! Keep in mind this was going to be MY car that I was going to be driving around all the time... oh please. I had never even really driven a truck before.

Trent saw it and fell in love with it, so he got it. I'm really glad that we were able to get another car because I really needed it going back and forth all the time for doctor's appointments, blood work, etc, etc. Okay, just picture me now, trying to hoist myself into this huge truck just after getting pumped full of chemo. It was hard sometimes, totally ridiculous sometimes!!! But I survived...

My most vivid memory in this truck is driving home from getting the biopsy on my lymph node. Many choice words of fear and frustration were said in the safe walls of this truck. This truck was my private space, where I sorted through many different thoughts and emotions during this difficult time in my life. I guess that's why I'm a bit sentimental now that it's gone...

In the 7 1/2 years that we have been married we have gone through 9 vehicles... that is just insane!!! So farewell truck with no name... and onto the next!