It wasn't just a car.
It was my first car. It was my first car that wasn't a hand-me-down. I did the research. I test drove it alone. I signed the loan paperwork. The whole choice was mine and I considered it my current dream car.
It was the car that took me on many trips to NC to see my family - like that time I first met my newborn baby niece. It was the same car I drove her to my house in, for her first ever night away from mom and dad. It was the same car that I filled to the brim with presents for her first Christmas.
It was the car we would take to family reunions in Atlanta, always with the backseat laid down for one of us to sleep, with Pixel. It was the car that never once had anything going wrong while we traveled to see family.
It was the car that I rode in when I left my wedding reception. It was decorated by all of our friends. It was the car that I didn't wash until every letter of "Just Married" came off on its own.
It was the car that all of my friends called by name. It was the car that all of my friend's children always easily recognized.
It was the car that brought me to my best friend's house countless times. It's the car we danced in, cried in, sang in, laughed in, loved in...
It wasn't just a car.
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