Fast forward many years. We're living in Austin and have a 22 month old lil man. Rob pulls in the drive with a (beater, if you ask me) Jeep, grinning the largest smile I've seen. Before I could stop him, Drew was racing towards the street, completely blown away by this new toy. He was certain Daddy brought it home just for him. As long as he was IN it, he was happy...the tear fest began the moment it was time to say goodnight the Jeep.
Fast forward many more years. We're living in Tyler and have a 4 year old and a 1 year old, when the (project of a) Jeep was completed. Now there's even more emotion than just any old car in this thing - Drew helped Daddy in every way he could in fixing this baby up.
<insert the missing photo's of Drew and Daddy working under the Jeep :( Will add when they are found>
Now, here we are today. Many months of driving and good times have been had in this Jeep. It is very clear that Dillon and Drew are their Daddy's sons. Drew is older and understands when it's time to say goodnight. Dillon on the other hand is struggling. He is completely obsessed. He has his own set of jeep keys that he carries everywhere. Any loud car that passes, Dillon is racing to the door - "JEEEEEEP" or "DADDDY." If we are driving in our "normal" car and he see's a Jeep, oh boy, get ready guest passengers. If the Jeep is parked outside of the garage, in his view, we must always allow enough time for him to sit in it before taking off in our boring, "normal" car. We are re-living Drew's emotional departure from the Jeep - only Dillon's tear fest is magnified by 10. Or 20.
"OK Dillon. It's time to get out..."
A man approached Rob on one of his outings and commented "Your boys really love that Jeep, huh? I saw you guys last week at Brookshires and it looked like they were having a ball." I always wonder who will call/text letting me know there was Crain Jeep sighting...







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