For as long as I can remember I have wanted a Ford Mustang. Not just any old mustang but one from the 60's. Those were the best years! Right after high school I came very close to buying one, it was beautiful. It was white with red pin stripe and red leather interior. But then came the hard news that you actually had to have credit to get a loan. :( Silly me! So the dream slipped through my fingers. Then after my mission I lived with my brother and his family, my brother being a mechanic and sharing my love for mustangs talked me into buying a fixer upper. We had great plans of making it beautiful. I bought it from his neighbor for a whopping $250 and we had to push it down the street to my brothers driveway. I would sometimes go out and sit in it and close my eyes and pretend I was cruising down the highway, my eyes definitely had to be closed so I could ignore all the rust and holes in the floorboard! But alas it was not meant to be, shortly thereafter I married and you all know how that goes, we were trying to put food on the table not throwing money into dreams. So it was sold for a mere $200 dollars, which happily put more food on the table and probably bought a few diapers for our little one.
So in August when Brad and I were on a little get away for our anniversary I saw this little old gray haired couple getting into a beautiful mustang and I asked Brad if I had to be that old to finally own one, he laughed and said no. But I can see it now, Brad and I cruising down the highway with gray hair and sagging body parts, feeling cool in our shiny red convertible 'stang. Of course I will be driving, and for kicks and giggles and to relive the old days we will be listening to something like New Kids on the Block (Brad will probably have earplugs in). But until that day I will just have to sit in the parking lot at Walmart and covet all the one I see there!
