Monday, June 15, 2009
When Your Baby Gets Her Driver's License, You Might Feel Like This
When Kristin was born, Katie was 6, and Jordan was 3 1/2. When Jorge brought the kids up to see the baby and me, we videotaped the meeting. At one point, Katie looked down at the foot of the hospital bed, and upon seeing a set of car keys warned us, "Better not let her get those keys!" We laughed, of course, at thought of Tiny Helpless doing anything but sleeping and eating.
Guess what. Tiny Helpless got her driver's license yesterday, and today ... she finally got a hold of those keys!
Really, people. Why is time doing this to me??
Here is a short video of her driving away by herself for the first time tonight, on Jorge's and my 24th wedding anniversary, a night almost a quarter of a century ago when we never could have imagined this moment in time.
Just think: twenty-four years ago at this very moment, we were standing at an altar; tonight we stood on our front porch and watched our third and last child drive away. Because we have been through this twice before, we understand the significance of this moment.
The beginning of the vid is a little shaky and seems to be a video of no movement for a few seconds, but I couldn't get it to edit. You will, though, see her back up and take off, dragging my heart behind her like a tin can on a bridal getaway car. Do not worry; the flower bed survived the back-up, although it looked a little dicey from the porch. And please note the turn signal out of the driveway. My girl follows rules.
Dad and I are so proud of you, Kristin Brynn!
And Jorge--thank you for this wonderful life and these wonderful children whom you have fathered so well. I love you more each year!
PS: She made it home. How many times will I say that in the next few years?