A Thank You To My Car

It's time to thank the person that's seen my most excited, my most vulnerable, my most joyful and everything in between. There is one person that has seen me when no one else has. The one person that has been there simply to listen and get me to the next place. Except, it's not a person at all.

It is time to thank my Jeep named Gunther.

Gunther came into my life on my 17th birthday and has seen quite a bit in the past four years. He saw me learn to drive all types of roads; The times I got nervous when merging from one interstate to the next; The times I was hopefully traveling those Indiana country roads that you pray look familiar after a while because your phone glares that no signal "E," which no one even knows what it represents; The times I was nervously driving in traffic and being the hot-headed impatient driver I am, listening to me say mean things to cars as if they could hear inside my car; The times I was barely awake, but drove across town to practices, tourneys, class, and to nanny; And all the times I rolled down every window and blasted music blissfully cruising to wherever.

You saw me through so many stages. From basically learning to drive to pulling into college for the first time, in the past four years, you've really seen me grow.

Gunther, thank you for being there to listen to me. Thank you for being there for all the heartaches. From the moments I hit your steering wheel taking my frustration out on you, which turned in to deep sobs, to the times joyful tears sprouted out of the creases of my eyelids. You were there through a sprinkle of breakups, when you heard me say, "I will never move on from him" Ha, I wish you could have slapped me. You were there after every game. Whether it was a win or loss, you heard me talk to myself over every single play. You were there after the littlest of games on a Wednesday night where the stands barely even had 20 spectators, and the days my heart broke after losing state. Thanks for helping me not crash every time my legs or shoulders cramped.

Gunth, you've really seen it all, and haven't died on me yet. I hate to say it, but you are over 10 years old and eventually you'll kick the bucket. But until that day comes, I hope you continue to keep me safe, listen to me when I'm upset, and cruise with me when life is just as it should be.

#Blessed