When Michael and I had only been dating a couple of months, he graduated college and bought a new car. I was there, and his mom took an awkward picture of the two of us in front of it. (Ann, do you still have that?) Then he found a job, and just a couple of weeks later, 9-11 happened and no one was finding jobs in his industry. So he pretty much lucked out. (He admits that, in hindsight, he should have bought used - live and learn.)
Anywho, it was a 2001 Honda Civic, and we went on all of our dates in that car, and we drove all over Texas in that car. This pic was from the Dublin Dr. Pepper plant on a detour to one of our many San Antonio trips.
We drove to Colorado for two weeks when we were married for 6 months in that car to go to the Summit.
We drove to Marfa, TX for my job in that car when I was 8 months pregnant. I drove Paul Thomas Anderson around Dallas in that car. He laughed at the image of a short pregnant woman speeding through Dallas traffic. I keep waiting for him to write that into one of his movies, but I have only seen about 4 movies since I’ve had kids, so I wouldn’t know.
We brought our first two kids home in that car.
And I just discovered that we didn’t get a picture of that for Levi. Whoops! (You’ll need to get used to that, Levi – and Isaac.)
I went to San Antonio with my BFF for my 30th birthday in that car and forgot which parking garage we parked at downtown.
It had been through several fender benders (only one of which was with Michael) and one awful hail storm that made us regret taking away its full coverage insurance.
After I spent about 4 hours cleaning it, we put it on Craig’s List and sold it two days later. We said our goodbyes.
And then we realized that if you have that many memories in one single car, you’ve had it for way too long. Lesson learned.