But don't freak, yo. We DID NOT adorn it with stick people figurine stickers and fake baseball window shattered decals.
It's silver. It's crisp. It rocks.
And I don't mind it one bit. Especially considering my imagination is superb (thanks to a couple of choice years in my early 20s.)
And here's how I roll.
I slide in, crank up 107.5, and turn on my imagination. Chrysler who? I'm cruising down the 270 in a slick black Range Rover, tinted windows, spinners, and . . . and those kids in the back? They my posse.
In all seriousness, I had to laugh when we bought it because I was often asked by my peers, "How are you feeling now that you drive a minivan? Are you okay?" You would have thought I received a fatal diagnosis. But the diagnosis is perfect. With this new set of wheels I foresee hours of reaching back and tickling tiny toes, years of carpooling to baseball games, and miles of roadtrippin' with the fam. I couldn't ask for a more beautiful future, and believe it or not, I'm thrilled to create memories in what this generation of parents is affectionately naming the swagger wagon.
How about you? Do you fear the minivan or have you embraced it and all its sliding door glory?