When I gave my yellow truck to my eldest son (a promise made to him 17 years ago) for acquiring his PhD, it was a regret-filled moment last October the minute I handed him the title and the keys. I couldn't even look at the truck when we'd go down to visit them in Ohio. I was sad. Very, very sad. But I had to keep my promise to my son and that outweighed my sadness.
However, I'm a person of solutions. Where there's a will, there's a way is my way of thinking. The word "can't" does NOT exist in my vocabulary.
|17 Years Later...|
It's good to be driving a yellow truck again. It makes me happy to look over the yellow hood and it keeps a permanent smile on my face. I'm sure people that go by me wonder just what it is I'm smiling about all the time.
Quilting projects were slacking due to this other little endeavor, but now that he's safely home and we've got that side of things done, I'll be getting back into my quilting groove toot sweet. :-)