My junior year of high school I proudly proclaimed to one of my friend’s that I was going to marry a boy that drove a Ford F150 truck.
Even though I live in the truck capital of the world I had never been a ‘truck girl’ until that year.
And it may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that I had a crush on a senior who drove the aforementioned truck.
Fast forward three years later. I was now a sophomore in college and my days of having a crush on that senior were long gone.
I was now a college girl.
But my requirements for a future husband still stood:
1. Ford F150 Truck
2. Had to play the guitar
3. Had to be able to sing
I didn’t mention the guitar and singing before, but it was always there. They just seem like natural requirements to me.
So it was sophomore year and there was this guy who had a crush on me.
His name was Luke.
He had long hair. I was not feeling it.
Not really long, but long enough to cover his eyes.
It was not cute.
But there was still something that drew me to him, despite his mounds of hair, I gave him a chance.
Then one night he called me and asked me if I wanted to go to McDonald’s with him.
Yes, McDonald’s, we were some big spenders back then.
But don’t get me wrong, this was not dinner.
It was an 11:00PM snack.
Oh the life of a college student and their crazy metabolism.
So I said yes, and waited for him to pick me up outside my campus apartment.
People, he pulled up in a Ford F150 truck.
To say it was love at first truck-sight would be correct.
I knew I was drawn to this guy for some reason, and here it was!
We are going to fast forward again, this time 4 years.
I had now been dating that Luke guy and he had gotten rid of is long hair (praise the Lord).
But he still had that truck.
Then, gas prices went up, and the beautiful truck started to lose her luster.
And my cute boyfriend decided that it was time to look into getting a car.
I seriously had a break down when he told me that.
I loved that beautiful truck.
Well one Christmas break I was home with the family and I got a call that the truck had been sold and in its place was a car.
I wanted to cry, but then I remembered that whole don’t store your treasures here on earth verse and decided to just get over it.
And less than a year later I married Luke despite the fact that he drove a car.
He could still play the guitar and sing, so he had that going for him.
But I miss the beautiful truck and talk about her often.
I loved that truck.