A true story of gratitude.
Yesterday I was washing out my old truck. It’s a 2007 Chevy Avalanche. We bought it brand spanking new. Today it’s showing very obvious signs of age; rust, peeling paint, a few dings and dents here and there, wear and tear on the interior, dirt so worn in it will never come clean. My initial thought was I need a new truck; this thing looks like crap, people will think we’re yokels (well, maybe they think that anyway but I don’t really care because I like who we are)…….but, then my thoughts began to change; this truck has been so dependable, it still gets us to places we need and/or want to go; we don’t have to spend money on something we don’t really “need” at the moment; we’ve created memories with this truck; road trips, vacations, trips to the “big city” when our grandbabies were born, bamboozlers were born in this truck, up the hills and around the farm watching the stars come out at night. I’ve always wanted an old farm truck. And now I realize I have one; created and maintained with our very own loving hands and memories made right here on the farm! I love my old truck with all of it’s perfect imperfections!