Do you remember the first car you ever had? Well, my grandson Anthony, who turned 18 this past weekend, received his first set of wheels tonight--a truck--thanks to his mom, dad and grandpa Ray. This is Anthony when he first walked into the front parking area at my house tonight and his dad pointed to this white truck. It was a total surprise--and his sister even put on a big red bow. He actually shouted and spun in circles he was so excited.
Anthony is demonstrative with his family and friends, which is one of the many delightful things about him, and he hugs his mom hard for her part in making "his dream" come true. His grandpa had long said he'd buy him his first car, as he did his sister, but Anthony postponed his license until his 18th birthday. He saw this truck for sale on a hill nearby our home several weeks ago and told his mom and grandpa. Christy called, but she told Anthony it was already sold. It was--to Christy and his grandpa. To keep up the surprise, however, his grandpa has been taking him car shopping for the past month.
This is Anthony and his grandpa who he has called papa since he was a tiny guy. My former husband is, without a doubt, one of the most generous men I have ever known in my life--and he takes great delight in making sure his kids and grandkids have things while he is still alive because he says then he gets to enjoy their delight.
This is Anthony with one of his big grins as he sits in his first driver's seat. He has known how to drive since he was 15, but now he needs to have one of his parents take him to the DMV for the test and license. And, though grandma is very excited for him, I also have the trepidation that we all have when our adolescents first begin to drive. And--it's a "hawg" and will now have to park in one of the guest spots in my townhouse complex. Lord, keep my boy safe all of his driving life, I pray.
And I must admit, it's moments like tonight that really make one realize how precious family is. We all went out to dinner together tonight and then came back here later for cake and ice cream--and the big surprise. These are Anthony's two little cousins in front of El Indio--Henry leading Fritz along.
So, do you remember your first car? When did you get it, how old were you, what make was it? I personally did not have a car until I was married at 21 and I shared Ray's (who you see in this entry as grandpa) green 1956 Mercury sedan with a stick shift. I loved that car!
And as long as I have my bragging grandma hat on, here is a new photo of my three month old grandson Zach with his mom, dad and his dog, Elowa, on a hike last week in Olympic National Park. Zach's grandpa took this photo--and we felt like they were here tonight with us in spirit. I will be there with them in actuality in only two weeks.