It's official. My oldest is now the proud owner of a little tiny card with a hideous photo on it that many of us refer to as a drivers license.
Yes, it's true. She is licensed to kill.
Truthfully, I am thrilled for her.Even more truthfully, I feel old, and a little sad.She's always been a bit of a homebody, but I have a feeling that the license will give her a little more freedom. Much deserved freedom, I might say. But I', going to miss my lil girl.
So many milestones come along in a child's life. starting with the first smile, first word, crawling, walking, two words strung together and then whole sentences, feeding themselves, tying their shoes, Kindergarten, reading, writing, picking out clothes, doing their own hair, cooking- or at least preparing food, etc. But then the even bigger ones come. Highschool, boys/ girls, dating, prom etc.
I look at my oldest and then at my youngest who is just starting to have some milestones of her own, and I am in awe. They grow up so quickly.Prom is in April, and then summer. She'll be getting a job soon, then be a senior and headed off to college. SIGHI feel like I've just blinked and she's gone from a 6 pounds 4 ounce baby to the beauty she is today.I'm almost afraid to blink again.
