Well, the verdict on the van is in.... the engine is blown so it is off to the scrapyard. She has been quite a blessing to us ever since the day she was given to our family. Poor little Isaiah cried his eyes out tonight while we cleaned all of our belongs out. He kept saying, "I'm going to miss our van" over and over again. He made me want to cry; it was so sad. We tried to reassure him that we will eventually get another van that he will like just as much but I don't think it was of any comfort to him. Hopefully, Nan (my mom) arriving tomorrow will cheer him up.