What they don't know is why I love the car: it smells like them and their mother. I'm not sure how long the scent will linger, but for now I am reminded that not all the angels live in Sewanee.
Monday, August 6, 2012
An Old Car in a New Home
My Birmingham great-nieces have grown up in one car -- their mother's Suburu, which is now my Suburu. When I drove away in the car last week, they were a bit teary, surprisingly sad to see it go.
What they don't know is why I love the car: it smells like them and their mother. I'm not sure how long the scent will linger, but for now I am reminded that not all the angels live in Sewanee.
What they don't know is why I love the car: it smells like them and their mother. I'm not sure how long the scent will linger, but for now I am reminded that not all the angels live in Sewanee.
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