The Little Things

18 Jan


I have read this quote multiple times, but today, it takes on a whole new meaning. Let me explain…

My Daddy was a Dodge truck owner. I can remember three different trucks that he had over the years. His first truck was a green Dodge Dakota, the second one was a Dodge Hemi truck, and his third being a black Dodge Dakota.

The black truck is most familiar to me. After my dad passed away, my mom decided to keep the truck in case we ever needed it. Even after 4 years, the interior still smells like my Daddy, which makes it even more special.

The first truck I remember him having was a 1993 Dodge Dakota. The truck was green with tan interior. I remember many trips with my Daddy to eat breakfast together on Saturday mornings. This was also the truck that one of my puppies ran under while he was driving; he felt so bad but it wasn’t even his fault! I remember that my Daddy always had a stick-on calendar on the dashboard. I would always sit in the middle between him and my brother whenever we would go eat breakfast together or go to the restaurant down the street and get an ice cream cone. The truck had well over 200,000 miles on it. He made many, many trips! Eventually he got him a new truck.

Lots of miles!

My sweet Daddy & me! ❤️

Years had passed and I honestly forgot about that green Dodge he drove for the first several years of my life. It wasn’t until the last couple of months that I began to think about it again.

My mom had this awesome idea of using the tailgate off my Daddy’s green Dodge to make my brother a bench for Christmas. The truck had been sold to a junk yard, but they were able to get the tailgate off of it. Christmas morning came and the bench was beautiful. The wood had a burned look and there was the tailgate as the back part of the bench. It wasn’t until later that evening that we discovered the tailgate we thought was my Daddy’s, was in fact the wrong one. We were so sad because we didn’t realize it until the bench was completed. It had been several years since we had even looked at a picture of his old truck, but as soon as we found one, we made it a mission to find the right tailgate. Last week, my mom went to the local junk yard to see if she could find my Daddy’s truck. The people there claimed they didn’t have  a green Dodge truck. She left feeling so disappointed.

So today, Houston and I went by to see if we could take a look around. The junk yard is very large. We spent almost 30 minutes walking around with no luck. I was beginning to think that they didn’t have it. As we were walking, I just simply prayed, “God, please let us find this truck. Just guide our steps to where it is.” 15 or so minutes passed and we came to a section of old trucks. We looked for a little bit, but didn’t see it. We walked a little further and there it was. I took a few pictures and sent them to my mom and brother. They confirmed that this was in fact, my Daddy’s truck. We were ecstatic!!! Houston got the tailgate and I looked throughout the inside of the truck to see if I could find anything. I came across some papers that had my parent’s names on them, I found some stickers, and an “I love you Daddy” label I had given him that were stuck on the dashboard.  




The stickers, label, and the calendar were things that I had forgotten about over the years. Finding these simple things just made this moment so much sweeter. I took some pictures and just looked at the truck for a while. Memories came flooding back as I looked inside. All these things that once didn’t seem to matter much, now meant the world to me.

I truly learned the meaning of the quote from the beginning of this post. So I encourage you, enjoy the little things in your everyday life, because someday, you may look back and realize that they were the big things.

All the glory to God for leading us to find this sweet treasure. He is so good to me.


-Mrs. Hannah D. ☺️


4 Responses to “The Little Things”

  1. Barbara James Whitley January 19, 2016 at 1:21 am #

    Such a sweet story, Hannah. I enjoyed it very much and I agree that a lot of times it’s the little things that do mean so much too us. Please post a picture of the bench when it is finished.

  2. Ginger Bailey January 19, 2016 at 3:27 am #

    I can’t thank Houston and you enough for doing this for Adam and me. It’s like something of value to no one but us was lost but now found! Also to Eddie and Donna Key for actually building the bench and doing a beautiful job with it. What a story Adam will have to tell his girls!

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