This is my ride to work this summer.
He rumbles and growls and wishes that he were back at a track day rather than providing the means for a five-minute commute to work.
It’s all due to this guy who replaced my dad as the #2 speed-dial on my phone (#1 came pre-programmed as “voicemail”). Same guy who asked me a fairly important question 4 years ago, to which I said, “yes!” Same guy who drives “my” Fit to his internship an hour away, leaving me to drive this rumbling beast to work.
And I like it. The sense of acceleration and grippy-ness is quite fun.
That such a statement would come out of my [mouth? fingers? keyboard?] would have been enough to shock the me-that-was five to six years ago. But–wait!–there’s more. Because of my relationship with Jason…
I now shoot with decent accuracy, and know that what I’m shooting is a 40-caliber Glock.
I [perhaps unfortunately] can recognize songs by Bon Jovi, and regrettably had “Livin’ on a Prayer” stuck in my head yesterday evening.
Cars are no longer non-remarkable means of transportation. They are to be identified and analyzed (though my attention stops at design-related details).
I am trying to come to terms with the notion that you can have multiple first downs in a football games (though there’s not much more I can tell you).
I take some big-picture landscape photos now, rather than just concentrating on details.
I have learned what it is to be loved by someone who doesn’t necessarily have to [as I thought my biological family did] and who often has reason to walk away–but doesn’t, and who has therefore been instrumental in teaching me about God’s grace.
The last four years since I accepted Jason’s proposal of marriage have certainly been a time of change for which I am thankful.