Our poor little Buick Regal down about two weeks ago and we are still waiting to hear from the mechanic. In the meantime, my sweet little sister has let us tote her around in her car. She's never once complained and it's a trait that I highly covet in her. I just hope and pray that we can find a suitable and affordable car soon because I fear the old girl's on her last leg.
No one ever said growing up would be easy; my parents certainly never led me to believe that would be the case--they worked very hard for everything and somehow I never noticed the "
I didn't appreciate those days enough when I was younger. I didn't realize all of the effort my parents put in to give us a comfortable life. Right now, in the spring of our marriage, I feel as though those comforts are unattainable--just out of reach and if I wish too hard for them I will knock them right off the edge of the shelf.
Though we're older, we are still very young and I know there is always a reason for the troubles we bear. I have a steady job, I know how to cook a nice dinner, and we'll come through this one knowing how to buy a car on our own. It may hurt to go through the fire, but it will eventually fade out and leave us with tougher skin for the next one....