This day, I’m not grateful for myself. I’m grateful for my husband. Just when it seemed like we were going to have to dump a ton of money we didn’t have into his car to make it last maybe another year, he got a reprieve which allowed him to get another vehicle.
He didn’t even have to crash his old car.
On Saturday morning we said goodbye to his old 2001 Hyundai Elantra, which had been very good to him, and welcomed him to the Cult of Volkswagen.
I’m grateful because he’s needed this break for a long time, and I got to spend a fantastic day with him without stress or worry for the first time in a very long time.
We spent the rest of the night listening to strange records and watching Kung Fu Panda, which is Taoist as fuck. I’m so thankful to see him so relieved and, at least for now, not burdened with worry. I’m thankful I got to live that moment with him.