It was a dark and stormy night. Well, not that stormy, but it was dark, owing to the bizarre power outages in Annapolis last night (it always feels ominous when this happens, our new normal). And out of the inky blackness, after many hours of waiting, came my knight in shining armor. Which is to say my husband, wearied from fighting off a cold and the accumulated hours spent in icky car dealerships, and he was driving a shining silver minivan.
We did it. After many days of deliberations, research, money talk, values talk, and test driving, we said goodbye to our trusty little Fit and bought a minivan.
And at 4:30 this morning I was wide awake, wondering if the power was back on, wondering how I can possibly finish all the holiday preparations, and more than anything contemplating what it would be like to drive the kids to school today.
I'm thirty weeks pregnant, and if I didn't completely believe that this baby will soon be joining our family before, the enormous gleaming vehicle in our driveway makes it all undeniably real. She's worth it, yes? A brand new person, someone who I hope will, with her one unique and precious life, increase the portions of goodness and beauty and truth in the world? She merits a minivan.
Eventually the sun will rise and I'll get a good look at this thing. Happy Solstice, my friends.