Our new car on its first trip to Cambria
Recently, my husband and I acknowledged the tenth anniversary of one of our cars. We didn’t celebrate with a dinner out or a slice of cake. We simply talked about the fact that ten years have passed (already!) since we signed the papers and drove our new car home.
Ten years, lots of memories. One trip to the Grand Canyon and multiple trips to Cambria, my favorite vacation spot. This is the car my husband drove to the hospital and three days later drove home with our infant son accompanying us.
Ten years, two car accidents. One major, one minor, neither my fault; thankfully, no injuries.
The purchase of our car was the first time in our relationship that my husband and I paid for, and got, exactly what we wanted. We knew the make and model we wanted. We requested our preferred color and our desire for a moonroof.
Never before, had we been such discriminating customers. When we became engaged, finances and store stock dictated what type of ring we purchased. When we moved into our first apartment, we chose from the units available at the time. And while I loved our apartment, I detested its sliding shower door.
Our car was ours. We named it “Happy,” although our son knows it simply as the “blue car.” And it is simply a blue car. It’s a material object that if, need be, could be replaced. I know it’s just a “thing.” But, it is a thing that represents so much more to us. For two young people, our car was an important sign. Our car signified improved finances, a shared commitment, and strong discipline. (We paid off our car earlier than anticipated).
In regards to wedding anniversaries, a traditional gift for ten years is tin. Tin represents qualities that a marriage requires: a marriage needs to be flexible and durable, so that it can change and move and bend without being broken.
Certainly, our blue car needs to be durable, and to an extent, it has needed to be flexible; we now use the same car in different ways. My husband and I don’t have date nights any more. Over night trips to Laguna Beach don’t happen either. Instead, we have daily trips to kindergarten and weekly trips to the public library.
And we’re looking forward to the next ten years and the new batch of memories we’ll make!