Hear ye, hear ye:
Beatrice is, as of this very day, legal behind the wheel of a moving motor vehicle.
(Which is where she is right this minute. In the rain. In rush hour.)
::deep breath::
(Yes, that makes two drivers the Beehive has released out into the wilds in less than a year. Yes, we're glad that's over.)
Anyway... Congratulations, Beatrice! You made it through Great Scot's Gruesome School of Driving, and I am happy to have such a charming and amiable chauffeur at my beck and call. Oh, come now, surely you knew that's what getting your license was all about?
March 18, 2008
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Go girl!!!
That is one feeling I still remember so vividly - that first time I got to drive in a car by myself with my license in hand. (And no, I'm not fessing up to how many years ago that was.)
Such a great feeling. Such a huge milestone! I'm excited for you!!!
Oh. My.
Two. Too quickly.
What's funny is that as I think of my 'one driver,' I realize I never, ever think of it anymore. Odd how quickly we get used to it all. But to think of Number Two child 'behind the wheel'? Science fiction. I will NEVER live through that. And Number Three? No way.
:-) We mothers will live through it all, and rejoice together. God is good!
i will refrain from making all the look-out-and-strap-your-child-
in-securely jokes that are so often thrown at us new drivers.
i will merely say, i'm praying.
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