I am writing you this letter to thank you. You've truly become my happy place. In fact, as I write this, I'm sitting in your front seat, parked in front of my house, typing via laptop, with a sleeping baby in the back seat. I have my most quiet moments in you, and for that, I am sincerely grateful.
See, car, you have become my everything. You're my office. You're my tray table for eating on the go. You're my glorified storage closet - that's right, in you, I have endless Goldfish scattered amongst the floor, forgotten socks, half drank bottles of water, and a glove compartment full of wipes, diapers, and loads of hand sanitizer. I have rubber bands, spare clothes, and even a broken light saber I have yet to return from Christmas two years ago.
Surely, you are a means of transportation, but to me you are so much more. I take the long way home from picking up the kids from school knowing it is the only time they are contained in car seats. You are the napping haven for my one year old, so frankly, I've grown accustom to spending the majority of my mornings in your front seat. You are my quiet sanctuary - my house is full of noise and chaos... you, my friend, are either silent or playing whatever I want via Pandora.
You're also the place where I speak to the outer world and other adults. When I'm in you, I'm able to get phone calls done - in fact, I plan my phone time based on when I'm driving; it's the easiest and most pleasant place to talk. I'm so appreciative of your hands-free capabilities.
For the most part, you're always there for me and quite reliable. Sure, you run out of gas, but I don't mind filling you up. You're good to me - I am fine with returning the favor. With that being said, you really don't do a good job staying clean. My crumb-filled car seats are quite annoying, and so are my sand-filled floors from my son's shoes after sandbox playing at school. Not to mention the mail... you have a growing pile on the passenger side. Just throw it out! If it's not opened by now, it's surely not that important. Truth be told, you should really take better care of yourself.
However... I'm simply compelled to write you this letter because we spend so much time together. We wake up together, hang out during the day, schlep the kids around in the afternoon, and occasionally have some one-on-one at night. Truthfully, I see you more than I do my husband.
Our relationship is so easy - likely the easiest I have in my life. You never judge how I look whether I'm wearing black or navy leggings, and always seem to know the right thing to say, which as the song goes: you say it best when you say nothing at all. You've become so much more than a friend and confidant. I've laughed in you, cried in you, rejoiced in you, and screamed in you. You've seen me through my best and worst - and still, you don't leave. You're always there waiting for me when I wake up and am running late to school drop-off (BTW, thanks for never making me feel bad about that).
I need to wrap this up now, as our time is cut short, yet again. Baby is waking, and I need to get Zaza from preschool. I just wanted you to know I love you.
Your one and only