It’s Hard to Say Goodbye

I hate goodbyes. 

I typically like to call them “see you laters,” but in this case, that doesn’t really apply.

Last Thursday, we said goodbye to Kev’s 1994 Toyota 4×4 pickup truck. 

We weren’t planning to sell it so soon or certainly not so quickly, but the Lord decided to bless us with the deal of a lifetime that we couldn’t pass up.  Believe me, I dug my heals in for a while but I eventually caved after lots of prayer and deliberation. 

The Lord actually brought the buyer to us back in the summer, but we just didn’t know it until this past week.  Kev had been approached back in June by a gentleman driving by who was interested in the truck for his son.  We had just spent money on some expensive repairs and were in no position to sell it.  Besides, we had planned to drive it until it died, or until we could save for something larger and more reliable, whichever came first. 

When my parents approached us about purchasing their old SUV from them, Kev decided to give the gentleman a call to see if he would still be interested in the truck.  Later that evening {this past Tuesday}, the man made Kev an offer and we knew we had a possible quick sale on our hands. 

Kev was thrilled, especially considering the truck was becoming more and more unreliable.  It was dying a slow death, it seemed.

But, I don’t think either of us were prepared for the sadness we felt when they drove it away on Thursday.  That truck had been with Kev for at least 13 years.  It was the truck he emulated as a high school student and was thrilled to get the chance to own once his father generously gave it to him after we got married. 

The truck is 5 years old here.

Not only that, but that truck was such a huge part of our courtship and married life.  As long as I’ve known Kev, he’s had that truck. 

He drove many a mile from Mississippi to Maryland to visit me when we were dating. 

I sat alongside him in that truck many a time, falling asleep with my head on his shoulder while he drove late in to the night.  I don’t even remember where we were going, but I remember those butterflies riding in that truck.

I also remember stalling out numerous times the summer before Kev and I got engaged.  He insisted we switch cars for a week so that I could really get the hang of a manual transmission.  I’ll miss that 5 speed.



Yes, those are underwear smothered in dirt on the antenna. Gross!

I certainly won’t forget driving away from our wedding reception in that truck.  It took a while to get in it with all the “decorating” from our bridal party.

And most anyone who attended our wedding probably remembers seeing me pump gas in that truck in my wedding gown.  Only my husband forgets to fill up his tank before we get married. 🙂

Oh, the memories!   

It’s been a few days since we sold the truck and I still hate that we had to say goodbye.  {I already promised Kev that once we reach some financial goals, we’ll find a way to get a pickup truck back in his possession.  But, it won’t be quite the same.}

We felt a little better about selling it, knowing that it was going to such a nice man.  He said he plans to work on it with his son and keep it running for a few more years.  As emotional as it was to say goodbye, we know that it’s in good hands.  I know I sound like a nutcase, but I don’t care.  🙂

Since we said goodbye to the truck this past Thursday, we had the joy of welcoming a new addition to the family.  Please meet our 2001 Toyota Sequoia.

Isn’t she a beauty?

She drives really nicely and Kev and I are still in awe that our little family now owns such a large SUV.  Already, this SUV has been such a blessing.  It’s so much easier getting the children in and out without bumping their heads or feeling like I may break my back leaning over.  We were doing just fine using the Corolla as our family vehicle and Kev will now drive it back and forth to work, but we are thankful for this surprise provision. 

Fondly,