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Moving On

Well, the 'Raptor' finally shut down on us for good. Will cost more to fix it than it's worth. 

For a true antique, and our having it 20 out of its 27 years, it has served us BEYOND very well.  I was expecting my oldest when we got it, and he is now 20 years old and soon to be 21!

The boys are glad to see it go, even though this is the only vehicle they've ever known their dad to drive. And for that fact alone, I get a little teary eyed to see it go. I remember the boys so excited to wash it for Todd (when they were knee high to a grasshopper!) 

I remember their sweet faces as they looked out of the back window, sitting on those little bench seats, smiling with their big grins, and waving goodbye as their dad took them to preschool and then on to 'big' school. 

That turned into the dreaded look of doom on their faces knowing they would have to squish those long legs into that little truck and under all the book bags, satchels and Todd's baseball gear, as they headed to the even 'bigger' school. 

I won't miss the truck. 
I will miss the moments that turned into the memories it helped create over the last 20 years when I look at it.  I'm sure the next 20 years will pass by just as fast, or even faster, than the last!  

Nothing lasts forever, and although the Raptor moves no more, we're moving on to new memories!

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