Holy crap, my youngest child is old enough to drive.
She elected not to go write the test today, already having enough on her plate, but could have. Maybe on the weekend.
But my youngest child is old enough to drive. It’s crystal in my memory holding her for the first time, her holding my finger for the first time, the sheer amount of hair (with blonde highlights) she was born with, bringing her home from the hospital, and on.
It’s not so easy for me to wrap my head around the idea that it’s been sixteen years since that day she finally came into our lives. It should be easy. I’ve watched her pass from infant to toddler to child to teenager and now making the transition into wonderful young woman.
But she is my youngest child, so it’s not easy. Why would it be?
Hold onto the time while it lasts.
Be well, everyone.by