I am not a car person. I don’t get excited about cars. I don’t really notice cars. In fact, I climbed into a car of a similar color and shape (to me, anyway) as my Kia Soul in the Weight Watchers parking lot a few weeks ago. My husband says a Jeep Patriot is NOTHING like a Kia Soul, but…I guess I was distracted. And, no, I wasn’t looking at my phone (or, apparently, the vehicles). I get lost easily, don’t really enjoy driving, and lose my car in parking lots all the time. But…I am so thankful for my car (Byron). He runs. He gets me to libraries and schools to visit with kids. He gets me to conferences and bookstores to hang out with writers and book lovers. He gets me to the gym and Taco Bell. He has built-in GPS to keep me from getting hopelessly lost. AND he has fabulous poetry license plate frames (gifts from Randy)! I am not a car person. I have been known to exclaim, “Can we just go back to horses, please?” But I know the truth. Byron allows me freedom, and life would be much harder without him. I’m thankful for my car.