So things have really ramped up here lately. We've been in this little area of Montana for two years almost to the day and our time here is coming to an end. Prayers get answered but in HIS time not ours. I'm super excited to say that a move is forthcoming. But first.... Candy....
There are seventy four thousand reasons why Dave is seriously the bestest ever... Mainly though is that after seventeen years of being partners in marriage, growing together rather than apart and frankly God's Grace, he's my guy. And he spoils me. I'm still not sure why but hey, Dave gets what Dave wants cause Dave treats us girls like queens. (Frankly, I'm really glad about that though because my girls already realize how awesome their dad is and how different from most dads he is! Win-win for when they start looking for guys in their lives!) But anyway, if Dave wants a gun, he gets a gun. If Dave wants to go shooting, we go shooting. We spoil the Dave anyway possible.
But since I flew in from my cruise at midnight and we were hours from our little town, we stayed the night in big town. The next morning while the kids' swam and had breakfast, Dave took me to pick a car.
Yeah. Pick a car. Simple as that.
We rolled up and at the dealership of the brand that he's obsessive about (because these are literally 58% made here in the USA by USA workers babe) and he pointed out a gas and a diesel and said drive, choose. So I did and then we went and had yogurt and talked about it, then we came back and he said, pick a color and I did.
I followed him home in my very first brand new car ever. It had 150 miles on it. It is freaking pimped out and I love it so very hard.
Except, I teared up on the way home.
Cause see.... I remember the seventeen years it took us to get here. I remember when we couldn't get a vehicle and scrapped up cash. I remember when our interest rate was through the roof and I cried when he brought it home cause it was "really ours?" and didn't matter at all that it was ten years old and a big chunk of our budget, cause we needed something safe to drive our babies in. I remember each and every second hand car that we learned to save up and buy with cash once we discovered Dave Ramsey. I remember the feeling of paying off every single vehicle we have ever owned. I remember our agreement that we'd never buy new cause we could never afford that. Times change but frankly we don't.
I sat in the lounge area and listened to my husband neogotiate a helluva deal on that new car. And I had to duck my head and let my hair hide my smiles when the sales manager passed my way. They never saw him coming, very few really do. He's a freaking shark. I love it. And to show off a little.... he had the sales manager come take me to the storeroom and pick out a new hat and accessories that Dave had them sweeten the deal with. He gets a kick out of seeing me in my new hat, lol.
So I'm driving that sweet ass car home. The payment isn't much considering. The deal was great, the interest rate was amazing and frankly we'll pay it off quick cause that is our thing. But as I'm driving my mind is flipping through the process of how we got here...
Never in a million years could I imagine that my husband would decide that he would drive my truck and "momma should have the new car" cause I "deserved it". Nope, I deserve none of what I have.
But I thank God each and every day for that man and my marriage and my life. It's been a long battle to get here and here is really blessed right now.
The kids named the car Candy. Cause we name everything. The color on the paperwork was Candy cane white. So there you go.
Dave got me some candy.
Excuse me while I go order him some gun crap.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Candy Cane White
