You’ll notice a recurring theme in my blogs—Ben and I love our church, our town, and cars. We really really love cars. It’s an unhealthy love probably. Yesterday he came home from the coast with leather seats for my 2000 VW, gifts from his sweet daddy for our joint birthday present. You would have thought he gave me a new wardrobe from Anthropologie. I was excited, in short. Today he installed them and my slightly worn out, but totally dependable and precious Beetle bug now feels like a luxury sports car inside. Well, to me anyway.
No more water stains. This is cause for celebration. Bedtime!