Thursday, August 20, 2009

She Drives (Or She Will Drive)

I watched her walk away from me and considered her height, her curves, her blonde hair, and her stride (which is very much like that of her father's). I listened as she softly answered the DMV employees questions and marvelled, "What a soft, gentle voice she has." Could this possibly be the same child whose screams could curdle your blood and make her father run for his shot gun?

I waited as she took the permit test for her drivers licsence. I prayed she'd pass. I'd promised a Starbucks if she passed. I really, really, really wanted her to pass - mainly because I didn't want to go back to DMV any time soon.

Then the skies opened, the birds sang, and she smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

She passed.

Be warned.


Patti said...

lovely and forewarned!

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi -

Guess I don't have to worry until she gets her license. I'm far, far from your state. :)

Congrats to your girl.