When Brent graduated from boot camp as a Marine, I broke down and did something I never thought I’d do: I put a bumper sticker on my Suburban. It’s still there, a bit worse for wear, but I still love it. It looks like this:
Last weekend, we upgraded my beloved Suburban. The old one is 16 years old and has 220,000 miles on it. We have loved it (almost) every day we have owned it. But it’s old and tired and ready to be at least partially retired. The new Suburban is 1 year old, and I can tell that we will love it as much as we loved the old one. But it just didn’t feel right this week. Until today. I found a new sticker for my car. See?
Now it’s PERFECT. And I am once again a happy mama. :)