It was back when those words could bring excitement instead of dread.
He had driven past it on the lot at Jordan Ford. Medium Wedgewood Blue. Low miles. The right price.
He took me back to see it the next day. Another salesman was pressuring ours, saying he had someone who wanted it if we weren't going to take it.
No one else was going to take it. It was mine.
We traded Jason's single-cab Chevy S10 for what seemed like bigger than anything we'd ever need. A 1998 Ford Expedition.
It was meant to be. We'd been talking about getting a bigger vehicle....the sole reason being that our dog no longer fit comfortably in either of ours.
He'd surged past 80, 90, 100 and then 120 pounds. Cramped into the back of my tiny Saturn or in the front of Jason's S10 just wasn't cutting it.
Fast forward 10 years down the road.....
That dog is old now. He can't jump up into the back anymore.
It went to the beach and sand bore deep into the carpet. It went camping and Jason packed every square inch of it. It showed a cedar tree who was boss.
It hauled lumber and lawn equipment, carried our two babies home from the hospital. A boy and then a girl.
And last night when Jason handed over the keys and counted the cash, I cried.
So long, old friend. Thank you. You were the best.
210,000 miles. And every last one of them worth it.
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