A 1969, baby blue, convertible beetle.
My sweet sweet husband surprised me this week with the news that he’d found one for me and today we went to get it. He’s pretty amazing in that way. The way that he recognizes something I’ve always dreamed of (but would never do on my own) and makes it happen. Part of the balance we create together I suppose. But today, I can say, that he brought another part of dreamy-ness that has lived in my head for so long into reality….My little family cruising down the road. Hair blowing. Baby laughing. Music playing. Top down. Together. Thanks hubby, for the car, and most importantly for the dream fulfilling you’re giving me in this wonderfully real life we are living together. 11.