A Tribute

This is Scott's truck.

Or.......this was Scott's truck.

It was with this truck that Scott taught me of the bond between a man and his truck. While I may never fully understand it, I do know that the relationship between a man and his truck is a strong and beautiful thing.

It was this truck that carried Scott and me on many dates.....many trips to the lake.....many trips to different spots in the woods for bike rides.

It was the rumble of this truck that I heard approaching as I anticipated many dates and evenings at home with my new husband....and that I heard fading into the distance as he left for the night or to work for the day.

He loved that truck, and I came to love it, too. Not so much because of the truck itself, but because of the memories it carried.

Recently, though, we have made some adjustments in our garage in anticipation of our new familial addition. We bought a small SUV for the baby and me, and knew that either the truck or my car would be leaving us. I assumed it would be my car, but Scott thought otherwise. After doing some work on the truck and getting it ready, Scott put the truck on vehix.com. He was soon told, though, to take it off the market because - of all people - my parents wanted to buy it. This was bittersweet. It meant that it was officially leaving us, but at least we knew it would be well taken care of. Scott handled the idea better than I did, actually.

My parents were serious, so one night last week Scott and I went by there on our way home from work for the transaction.

Dad trusted Scott so much that he really didn't even know that much about the truck, so Scott took some time chatting with him about it. There were no deal-breakers. In fact.......

.......Dad got really excited when he found out that the truck has 4 wheel drive. He made a great face that cracked us all up, but couldn't hold it for the camera.

Dad has the truck now, which Mom says is pretty weird, and Scott's still driving around in the Cavalier until he finds a truck with fewer bells and whistles. Then he'll work on selling the car. He's a man with a plan.

I'll miss that truck, but it's all in the name of progress. As our family grows and changes, other changes will inevitably follow. Some will be good, some will be bad, and some will be neither. As Scott says, it was just a truck.

That may be, but it held a special spot in our hearts. Overly dramatic? Probably, but it's little things like this that move us through life.