Standing in the kitchen I heard that sound.
I opened the garage door and there was a red Jeep Rangler in the driveway with 3 of my favorite High School seniors rearranging themselves to accommodate the skinny little butt of my son in the back seat.
Hugs, waves, love yous and off they went down the street with the flaps off and the breeze blowing.
HS senior’s dream if you ask me.
HS senior’s mom’s big fat lump in the throat.
Sorry, but this was the only vision of that driveway I could conjure up in my mind as they drove away.
(hold onto your hats kids, this is the beginning of the graduation countdown, it’s going to be rough going from here on in every Tuesday)