it’s hard for me to grasp the fact that I have had feet on the dashboard for 19 years. I have to say that those feet are very important to me, they represent the best parts of my life, and arguably the best part of my life to date.
Don’t get me wrong, all three of my children are monumental additions to my life. I have no clue what I would do without the girls, but they pale in comparison to those feet on my dashboard.
Yesterday driving home from my parents house we talked about life and possibilities, brainstormed for a possibility, and drove home a different way all together, one that believe it or not seemed at least to take less time than I thought it would.
Those feet have traveled a lot of miles with me in tow, actually that should be the other way around, those feet have always been a huge supporter of Aaron. I know I’m not really worthy of those feet, there are countless men much better deserving than I am of having those feet grace their dashboards, but I have said it before and I’ll say it again, I won.
Every time I look at those feet, usually with painted toes, sometimes, and here I’ll admit not nearly enough, by me I get this huge sense of wow in the center of my being.
Our lives have been so turned around in the past five years. There is so much that has happened, good and bad and good again. The fact that those feet are still there is a miracle in and of itself for more reasons than one. I know if the door opens that those feet will follow me through it.
That my friends makes me the most blessed man in the world.