Jeep: Resurrected

Scotty's grandma passed away from Leukemia when he was a child. I never had the chance to meet Cleora, but I have heard endless stories of her wit and good humor. She was a spunky woman, and I believe that our daughter, Daisy Cleora, is very appropriately named, as she shows many of the attributes of her great-grandma.

For as long as Scotty and I have been together, I've heard stories about Cleora's Jeep. Apparently Grandma's Jeep was the COOLEST! THING! EVER! and she would haul the grandchildren around the farm on it, wreaking all sorts of mayhem.

A few weeks ago, Scotty's mom and aunt frantically tried to get a hold of him to share some exciting news: Grandma's Jeep was up and running again after 20+ years of disrepair.

This was momentous.

Like, all caps sort of stuff!

The following day, we took a ride in Cleora's infamous Jeep with Scotty's moderately crazy aunt behind the wheel. We were piled in the back with our children and a few cousins, and we cruised through the corn fields in a way that very much resembled the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland.

(Remember when the Jeep on the Indiana Jones ride suddenly stops running and then you hear it turn over a few times before the engine starts running, and it takes off again? That is Grandma's Jeep, and it is awesome!!!)

It has been so fun to see Scotty's family relive their memories of Cleora.

A few weekends ago, Scotty and his brother took a ride in the Jeep together for the first time since they were children.

If their laughter could be bottled, I could have distributed it and solved all the world's problems. I've never seen a couple of men so happy to wind up stuck in a ditch.