He called and said he was bringing home something really old and that I would love it.
My mind wandered. Did he find something on the side of the road like this or maybe, just maybe, another hidden treasure found at a jobsite like this ?
So I waited and heard his truck come up the drive and the trailer pulling whatever the new vintage find would be.
This?
Why would I love this?
"But it's vintage" he said, and that I have to love it because he loves it.
he got me there. I love when he's happy.
So...
Welcome home "CJ", time traveling to us all the way from 1974. He told me of the big plans for it...the renovations and restorations. To me, it sounded more like it would be a decapitation and mutilation. As I type this, "she" has already been beheaded and split in two, body parts are everywhere. A crime scene. There are terrible strange noises and smoke coming from the garage. He gave, what seemed like a deposition, the reasoning on the massacre of the little time traveling machine and how awesome it will be when it's put back together , the fun driving it around with the top down, doors off. "Just wait", he kept saying.
so happy birthday, today, Mr. Frey, I love you. I'll be here waiting to jump in. xo - The Time Traveler's Wife
