The old Sunfire

Well Folks, here is another episode of the Heagy House. This week I am beginning to realize the startup costs of becoming a father. Thank heavens for happy grandparents who are willing to buy their unborn grandchild a couple of essentials (stroller, crib). But beyond the cost of nursery furniture there are things like getting rid of your beloved car. My car is getting on in years (it just turned 10) and has a few kilometers on it but it still runs great and is fun to drive. But there lies a problem with the structure of my car. You see, it only has 2 doors, apparently babies do not approve of black cars with two doors and a complete lack of mufflers. So alas the hunt for a new car is among us. I am excited about driving something different, and even more excited about the baby, but getting a new car is kind of saying goodbye to an old friend and knowing you will never see them again. With old friends come old memories, good and bad. I can remember driving my car home for the first time. It was so incredible to have new wheels. I remember many road trips all over Western Canada, movie and burger runs, and also the nights at CBC in Regina when we packed 10+ people in the car to go and cheer on our indoor soccer team. I remember going for long drives with friends just to talk. I remember sneaking out of the dorms (sorry Matt) and driving out into the middle of the prairies, turning off the car and laying on the hood and looking at the stars. I remember the drives back home to Saskatchewan, and knowing exactly where to fill up so I could make it with just one fill up, and getting within 2km of the yard and having my parents comment on how they could hear me coming. Finally I remember taking the car apart, fixing it, caring for it, waxing it and loving it. I will miss my old car. That to me is a cost of having a child, but the excitement (and I am sure the benefits) outweigh the costs. I think I will leave you with that.