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.
2 comments:
lovely and forewarned!
Hi -
Guess I don't have to worry until she gets her license. I'm far, far from your state. :)
Congrats to your girl.
Blessings,
Susan
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