Last week we finally donated our old car. It’s funny how I think I’m not attached to anything, but I was a little sad when the tow truck started loading up that old car. It was the first new car I ever owned, and I picked it out and loved it…until I had Landon and discovered what a pain 2 door vehicles were with 2 kids!
Towards the end of the car’s life, it had some unique characteristics.
Like missing door handles:
Dents and rust:
Scratches and dings:
So, it may not have looked too nice, but it did get us safely from point A to point B…and everywhere in between. It had the miles to prove it:
And off she goes…