Made My Day

I was driving to work yesterday, Easter Sunday, when I realized that the car ahead of me was my old Corolla. It took me minute to realize that the guy was pulling into the hospital where I work, and another minute to realize that he was rocking out to whatever he was listening to on the radio, and it made me So. Happy. I loved that car like it was a person, and even though I knew it was old and falling apart and not at all something I should pour money into fixing, it broke my heart a little to sell it. It was, after all, the car I brought my son home from the hospital in. It was filled with memories for me, of first trips to the doctors, dentists, haircuts and road trips. And I realize it's just a car, but I feel like only I knew all it's little quirks, and I wasn't at all sure that it's new owner would love it like I loved it...like it was a member of the family. So I consider the sighting my little Easter miracle...and although I probably got a bit disproportionately happy to see my old junker driving down the road, it did warm my heart to see the driver drumming out a beat on the steering wheel...so I know it's still loved.