I have decided that sharing is overrated. I don't think I am such a fan. Generally speaking I do not mind sharing at all, in fact I think I have little sense of space. However, and to be more specific, there is something, rather someone, that I have come to realize that I hate sharing. My Josh. I am so infatuated by this incredible person and wish to spend every moment with him. You make lots of adjustments through life. We were students together, then became parents and he remained a student, now he works and I am blessed to stay home with our little love bug. These happenings have come overtime and have been small adjustments. But there is something different now. Yes, his first love has returned and is stealing away his nights from me. His 1968 VW Bug. That little hussy has taken him from me.
After Josh had painted the side panels of "the bug" in high school he attempted renaming the car, 'blue steel'. But it never caught on and so the bug has been known and remains known as "the bug".
Initially I think I was even more excited than he was at the thought of bringing it back to life. Channing was just a baby when we would sit in "the bug". The stereo had been stripped from it and he would find the old quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies that had been sitting in there for years and throw them through the square shape hole, at which point they would fly through to the front of the car. Channing would get so giddy to pretend to drive the car that would not start. He would crawl back and forth on the seats discovering every shape, tare, and knob in "the bug". He loved opening and closing the glove compartment and playing with the magnets that had been put on it. My Mom said, "the bug is like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, maybe someday it will fly away." Ironically the movie was made the same year as the bug. And that is a perfect way to understand the adventures we had sitting in the rusted old car. Channing would sit on my lap and I would change the words to "bumping up and down in my little red wagon", to "bumping up and down in my Daddies Volkswagen."
Well, after countless hours and a good tune up it runs! It runs great! I even learned to rebuild a carburetor. Channing begs to go in "the bug". There is a loop in the parking lot of our complex and when Channing sees Josh coming or going he begs Daddy to, "Go a circle one?" at which point he tosses his arms into the air smiling and screaming as they go around the "circle one" as if he was on a totally awesome roller coaster.
The bug has become Josh's transportation and thus it is revived! About a month ago when Josh was coming out of mutual/scouting at our church building one of the guys he volunteers with said, "Cool car, looks like crap", at which point he offered for Josh to use his garage to paint it.
So for the past couple weeks all of his extra time has been spent with his first love. I wish Channing and I could more involved with the process, but a 2 year old as interested, curious, and involved as Channing, I don't think it would go so great. Josh usually gets home between 10:30-11 pm, exhausted from a long day, wearing his old converse from high school, covered in shavings from sanding, and wearing his charming smile from ear to ear eager to tell me about his "other" love.
We all are excited to see how "the bug" turns out. This is a picture of a bug we found online and we are hoping the color turns out similar.
I love how Josh can do anything. He is a jack of all trades. He is so meticulous and has such a fine eye to detail. Someday I wanna be just like him.
