We are officially part of the "minivan clan."
I have never loved driving anything more than my Kia Sedona.
Plus, I like saying Kia Sedona. It's fun.
I know full well that minivans are not "hip" by any means--
but I don't care!!
I slide that door open, and kids pile right in.
It glides around town as smooth as a rocket ship--
and stops, and turns on a dime.
It has five seats in the back--
and I fully intend to fill them up with little Jewkes'
{with one guest seat of course.}
And as of right now, I can pick up any one of my friends,
and fit all of our kids in one car
while we go on a field trip.
Daddy Jewkes is seen here demonstrating the ease
that this dream on wheels brings.
Men who drive minivans full of kids are HOT!
Pearl cried when she thought we had to give it back.
I told her we were lucky enough to call it our own,
and that we would drive it until it doesn't drive anymore.
Then she cried at the thought that it will one day stop working.
So needless to say, she likes it a lot.
So here's the photograph of me with Matt,
our favorite salesman.
but before you see it--
you should know that YES!
I do know that we are standing awkwardly close
and Okay! Jenny, you are right-- we do look like we
"are going on a date."
And! what in the dang did Mason mean
when he saw the picture and said
"that poor man." ???
So with that--
here's the picture.
Two things:
1.- It IS a bit of optical illusion because I'm leaning on the hood of the van,
and he's standing in front of me with his arm behind his back-- And!
2.- Did you ever think maybe I was just excited about my new ride?
We picked our van up in North Ogden--
which was very far north, and much to the east.
As we headed home, the Horton's--
who have enjoyed driving a Chevy Venture in their day...
offered to buy us a celebratory meal at the Brick Oven.
It was enjoyed by all,
and finished off with a double-chocolate-chip-cookie-sundae.
With a cherry on top.
