I love small cars. My preference would be a Volkswagen Jetta or Beetle, or perhaps a Mini Cooper. Yet I own a minivan. With this van, we are able to haul food and dishes to serve meals at VERONICA’s Voice, we are able to give Miss Betty a ride to church each Sunday, we can load up friends and family to go on adventures together. I am thankful for the spaciousness.
This week, I purged the van. I started with the glove box, removing old insurance papers and treasure maps. I checked under all the seats, in all the seat pockets, and in any other great spots for stuff to collect. The job was relatively painless. The kids are great about picking up their things when they exit. I did find some old bank suckers, straws, and other curiousities, but no treasure. Too bad I threw away the treasure maps first.
To complete the purge, I vacuumed out the old leaves, crumbs, and sand. Besides the coffee stains near the driver’s seat, the van looked pretty good.
Later I noticed the inside of the windows. Have you ever seen the marks a dog’s nose makes on a car window? All my windows look this way. Instead of nose smudges, they are greasy marks from boy fingers. I rather like them, so I left them there. They remind me of giggles and fart noises coming from the back seat. They make me smile.