Before I had kids, my life was economy-sized. There was room for just three passengers: Me, Me and Me. Where we were headed was anyone's guess, for in my younger years, I was lost; blind to the miracle of sliding rear doors, a collapsible third row of seats and the simple beauty that is a ceiling-mounted DVD player. I had a radar detector back then. It was all that I needed.
How it all changed is a bit of a blur. There was a wedding, and then there was a puppy. A home was purchased in New England. A wife was promoted and transferred to New York. There was a townhouse in Brooklyn. A new baby boy. A new baby girl. A stay-at-home dad was born. A prescription for Xanax was filled. Grey hairs grew in, grey hairs fell out. Six years passed in six seconds.
And then came the minivan.
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