People in minivan commercials do seem so happy. Is it because they now own a living room on wheels so they can simultaneously throw down their shopping bags AND buckle their small army in? Or is it because of the automatic sliding doors? I have two words for you. Life. Changing.
I know because we have a swagger wagon now. True story.
When The Giant insisted we trade up for one of these babies to accommodate for Baby 3.0, I wanted to smack him over the head. Sure, my mind appreciates the convenience and practicality of the minivan, but this was one line in the sand I said I will never cross. My Murano was my last tie to my city roots, after all – and yet I begrudgingly allowed Michael to hold my hand and help me make the leap to what is basically a small school bus.
Did I tell you that sliding doors are effing awesome?
Here in no man’s land (a.k.a. suburbia) where it is mainly vertical parking, the necessity to get kids – and soon, an infant car seat – in and out while sandwiched between other mammoth suburban SUVs trumps everything. The struggle is real.
So even though my suburban nightmare came true and I might still throw up a little in my mouth when I see our van, I learned two things: that we should never say never, and that we must embrace change to make room for the sweetest, most important things in life, like new babies and expanding families*. And stacked minivans.
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*Photos by the talented Katherine of DeepEnd Imagery. I was 32 weeks at the time of the shoot and not feeling real pretty, but Katherine made me look glowing. I’m now anxiously waiting for #3, coming March 17! xo