Today I cried.
I really cried.
Like, sobbing, snot-nosed, red-eyed blubbering cry.
Just when I thought I was done...
I was not.
It started all over again.
My face felt all sticky, and stiff.
My nose felt so big.
And my eyes...
They were hurting me.
And then he exited the building.
He held in his hand a small white piece of paper.
His face held the biggest smile ever.
His score: 96.
I sat up straight, and took a deep breath.
I wiped my face one last time, and opened the door.
He held out his empty hand.
Still, with the big smile.
Okay, here goes nothin'.
I dropped the keys into his hand and walked to the other side of the van.
My "baby" had just successfully completed his driver's permit test.
He had joined the club.
He's one of us.
He drives now.
As we drove the 1/2 mile home, in that 1 minute, he told me the van pulls to the right, my seat is too high, all of the mirrors need to be adjusted, and the breaks are touchy.
He's my baby.
Mr. Smarty Pants drives.
And my tears should be on hold for a while.
At least until next August.
When he goes for his license.
I will cry again.