This week, my parents sold our old mini van, or the "Janky Van" as we called it. It's amazing how connected you can feel to a piece of machinery, and not even fully notice it until it's gone. We bought the Janky Van before my brother was born, over 12 and a half years ago. Every single family road trip we took, every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, every carpool to Hebrew school or just a simple drive to Hunan House, our favorite Chinese restaurant, we took in that car. I went from riding in a booster seat in the back to DRIVING the Janky Van (even though I was always so embarrassed to be seen driving that thing). We've had fights, spills, laughs, sickness, sing along sessions to our favorite radio stations, games of "I Spy" and the license plate game (where you try to see how many states you can find license plates from), and more in that car. It was truly a part of our family, and I can't imagine coming home and it being gone...
All I can do now is hope that our old Windstar van brings its new owner as many laughs and good times as it brought to my family.
You will be missed, Janky Van ❤

Janky Van, you will be missed. Nice piece of writing Caroline!
ReplyDelete