Today marks a bittersweet day for me. My 1977 Jeep Wagoneer -- which has been in our family longer than any of my children -- left my driveway for a new home in Chicago, 500 miles away. Selling her was voluntary, of course, but I still feel like I've just given one of my children up for adoption. (That would be the child that has a great personality, but eats non-stop, has frequent medical bills, and never helps out around the house.) I'm feeling the pain of losing a loved one right now, so I'm going to take this opportunity to share our story with you all.