This afternoon I said goodbye to Carmelita. She came into my life in 1999. Before my kids. Before my husband. She's my car. Was.
I've cried in this car, worshiped, prayed, yelled (not at my husband, he wants me to add), laughed, taken a gazillion trips to Walmart, and uh...did some damage to the front bumpers over the years. Yeah, there's a matching scrape on the other side. Nice, huh? Carmelita carried me to work every day at zero-dark-thirty in the morning, drove me to my wedding, safely brought home each of my three brand-new babies from the hospital. And for the last 21 months she's tolerated (as have I) the cramming of three car seats into the back seat. She's been good to me.
But it's the end of an era. Can't get four car seats in that back seat, any way you slice it.