My father-in-law, PaPa, has rebuilt a 1932 Ford that we all lovingly refer to as The Little Yellow Car. Over the years, they’ve driven it all over the country to car shows. Last week, he and Daey (“Day” is how Claire pronounced “Granny” when she was super-little, and the nickname stuck!) were able to drive it across the Midwest out to a car show in California, and they stopped here on their way home.
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(Yes, I blacked out the license plate…)
He is a true craftsman, and has a love of cars. And, it shows!
Claire loves The Little Yellow Car, and we were able to get some good pictures of her in it.
So, today is a sad day around here, because Daey and PaPa headed home. As we waved good-bye to The Little Yellow Car, the tears started to fall.
In order to get her mind off of all of this, we decided to look at pictures of The Little Yellow Car and other photos from our adventures with Daey & PaPa over the past week. As I type this, Claire is helping me with the photo-editing and writing of this post, and the sadness is starting to fade.
She’s being a little too helpful, so I have to pull out my bag of tricks, or this won’t get posted anytime soon.
I have a feeling we’re about to be one Ariel™ sticker closer to success. 
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What a cool car. I think restoring cars is a great hobby but an expensive one I hear. Glad you had a nice visit.