Good-Bye Saturn

Tonight we sold the first car I ever owned. We said good-bye to my little black Saturn that I bought when I graduated from BYU so I'd have a way to get to my teaching job. I didn't even realize until tonight that my dad's name was still on the title with mine since he cosigned to help me get a better rate. John claims my dad and I bought it, and he paid for it. That's not quite how I remember it.

We posted it today and were thrilled someone actually wanted to come and take it off our hands for a whopping 400 dollars. We really just wanted it out of our driveway. As the buyers drove it away I started reminiscing of all the memories in that little car and I was sad to see it go. So here's my trip down memory lane in tribute to my little black Saturn that was a part of our family for the last 10 years.

I remember....

Going with all my sisters to the Saturn lot in Orem to pick it out.

Cleaning and shining the car every Saturday morning in hopes that John would come out of his house and hang out with me while I cleaned it.

Running over the curb between The Annex and Pescado House and popping off the hubcab--it's still missing 10 years later.

Listening to the news of 9-11 on the radio as I pulled into the school parking lot.

Sitting in the backseat holding up my baby girl's head as John drove Kelsie and I home from the hospital. That memory was the one that really got to me. It was exactly eight years ago today, but the memory is clear as day of me squishing into the backseat to keep careful watch of our baby girl and holding up her head on every turn as John drove more slowly and more carefully than he ever had before. That was the day that the Saturn suddenly seemed too small and too bumpy to carry such precious cargo.

Good-bye to my Saturn. I never thought I'd say this, but I will miss you.