Time to Cry Tuesday – Beep Beep

Standing in the kitchen I heard that sound.

Beep. Beep.

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)

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8 responses to “Time to Cry Tuesday – Beep Beep

  1. I love this!
    My daughter got her permit last week and I had the same picture in my mind.
    Good Luck this week. Keep plenty of tissues handy…

  2. Gail

    This is the Danny I remember!

  3. Dani Glaser

    What beautiful blond hair! Sooo, I’ve seen his future this w/e and it is ALL GOOD… but there is every reason to cry.

    • oh yeh, he was a real blondie back then. he wins for the kid who looks the least like his baby pics.

      yes, his future is bright and he cannot wait. and mine, well it will just be a bit quieter.

  4. Liz

    Great post Ams. The family is all together again, this Friday, right? Enjoy this time.

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