Easing the ache in my soul...

There are a few days in a man's life that will change him forever and forever be burned into his memory. His first catch with dad, the first time he locks eyes with his wife, the birth of his children, and the day he gets a truck.

It's not my first truck, in fact, it's my 5th, but there is something special about this one. Maybe it's the 4 years of driving a Ford Escort, maybe it's that I'm older and can appreciate it more, but whatever it is, this one is different.

Friday, my little Escort died, and so we were forced to being searching for a new vehicle for me. I insisted on truck, though, and it paid off. As of 4 pm yesterday, I am the proud owner of a 2006 Ford F-150. I feel complete again. 5 years ago, I sold a 1991 F-150 and thought I could adjust happily to life without it. The ensuing years were racked with depression, regret, longing... a part of me was missing. No Longer. The wait is over, and life is again as it should be.

The best part? I think I have gained a new respect in my son's eyes. Today on the way home from church Carson said, "Gee dad, I sure do like your truck. Now your a good daddy because all good daddy's have trucks. I love you."

Someday, son... all this will be yours!