RIP

So, the red car is gone. I never really figured out a name for it. Some called it Big Red.. But it usually was just "Mom's car" or "the red one". I really will miss it, so sporty and fun. We had it for almost 9 years. RIP good friend



And now we have a special gift. It's already got a couple of names cuz this is a car with personality. Some call it The Hulk.. I keep coming back to the Green Machine. We figured out that it's a year older than Chris's grandmother's car. Same model. But the best news of all is that it gets better gas mileage than the old one. Woo-hoo!
Now this car truly is special. Even though it has radically "grandmotherly" tendencies, it was a gift in a time of need. And we are so grateful for Air Conditioning. Notice the capitals?? It's that big of a deal in Houston in the summer. While we may joke about the "largese" of God's bounty, shown in perfect metaphorical style, we are happy to welcome this machine into the family.


Oh yeah, and the boys love the HUGE backseat. Due to the leather seats, they slip and slide around like they are on ice. Big fun for the brothers! AND the trunk is large enough to fit both of them with extra room should the need ever arise. Yep, thanks isn't the right word for our generous friend. I don't think English has a word that could express the depth of gratitude that we have, so it'll have to do.