Truck full.

Thoughts of my Dad are with me daily. Memories are cherished and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. I imagine it will be like this until I join him in heaven. Sometimes it’s consuming. Sometimes it makes me cry. Sometimes it makes me smile. Last night was a time that made me smile.

Ryan and I went on a date. We met some friends to check out the new BJ’s Brewhouse for dinner and had a fabulous time. Great food and great conversation, it was a good night. When Ryan and I left the house to go out, we loaded up in my Dad’s old truck. We are borrowing it for a while as we are trying to sell our car and attack some old business debt.¬†As we got in, I was overcome with emotion and a huge smile covered my face. This was the first time I’ve ridden in it since June 4th. The truck smelled like Dad. Saw dust formed a thin layer on the seat and in the floor boards crevices. Memories flooded my mind of riding in an even older blue truck with my Dad when I was a little girl. He used to take me “deer hunting” on the old country back roads in Quitman. We would sing songs like “Doe a deer, a female deer. Ray, a drop of golden sun…” and see how many deer we could see. We would just count them, not kill them. That was our deer hunting. We’d get back home and report to Mom how many deer were found. Silly, but fun for a little girl. Even then, making memories was important in our house.

I loved being in the truck last night. My Dad would have liked that we were driving it as we went on a date and making new memories. He loved Ryan like a son – and this fills my heart and makes me even more thankful for my husband. It’s amazing how something like a truck can be filled with so much.