Getting My Swagger Back

There comes a time in life when change is inevitable; When we must swallow our pride, let go of what we hoped for in life, and admit defeat.

We were defeated today. Our pride was broken. The image we have tried so hard to keep up has been shattered, and yet, it came as no surprise. Both Adam and I knew this day would come, and I must say that in the past few weeks, we have even looked forward to it.

I would be lying if I said we didn't struggle with the reality of what our decision will mean. Please know that we didn't come to this conclusion lightly, but that this has been eight years in the making. We have weighed the pros and cons, but in the end, our mental health is of utmost importance. We have traveled down many roads searching for enjoyment and adventure, only to be met with frustration and weariness. So today, we find ourselves at a crossroads, and we thought you should know...

We bought a minivan.

There, I said it.

Upon admission of those words, I just told you that I am no longer hip, that I wipe butts and noses for a living, my office is my laundry room, my clothes are outdated, I don't own a matching pair of socks, and Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits is in my CD player.

But guess what? I don't care.

We now own a vehicle that's larger than a bathtub. I have a mirror that allows me to see any person, at any given moment, sitting in the back of my car. I have a third row seat that gives my boys room to stretch out, which cuts down on the backseat fighting by at least 90%.

Of all the things my new minivan has given me, I must say that the swagger has been the best!




Don't be jealous!