I took my oldest child to Driver's Ed training today. I may have been more excited than she was. I think she was feigning "this is no big deal," but was secretely excited. Why is it that I'm feeling such a sense of accomplishment? Like I should be proud of myself because she physically lived to be 15 1/2 years old and old enough to start this next phase of her life? Maybe it's because I have survived those 15 1/2 years of raising this person. Let me tell you - it's no small accomplishment. (Love you, Addison. :-) ) And that freedom I mentioned? That's MY freedom!
Anyway, what I should be is scared. Reeally scared. She gets her permit in three days.
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Clear the streets!!!
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