
09/25/2025
**“Today, between one delivery and the next, my eyes wandered to the passenger seat.
There he was — my little boy — smiling shyly, pushing along the tiny toy car I had bought for him at the last gas station.
He turns two today. Two years filled with laughter that lit up even the darkest nights, and countless cold evenings spent curled up together in the cab. Two years of mixing bottles on the roadside, of learning how to be both a father and a companion on this long road.
There was no party, no balloons, no candles, and not a single birthday wish to mark this day. But when I looked at him, I realized none of that mattered. What truly matters is this: we are here, together — side by side — facing every curve, every hill, every stretch of road that life places before us.
One day, he will understand. He will know that his father drove mile after mile not just to earn a living, but to show him something greater: that the strongest fuel in this world has never come from a gas tank — it comes from a father’s love.”**