Little Things Mean a Lot


My 15 1/2 year-old daughter began driving today.  She’s my first, but my husband’s fourth child to do so.  He was in the front seat with her and handled it like an absolute champ.  For me, watching her behind the wheel for the first time was hilarious, scary and awesome all at once.

The absolute best part was when she finished by successfully pulling into a parking spot, she leaped out of the car and tackled him with a bear hug as he got out of the car.  He and I may disagree on a lot of things about parenting, but watching the two of them just makes me fall in love with him all over again.  He’s not just her step-parent.  He’s her dad and for that I love him soooo much.  🙂


I think this grin says it all. 🙂

Thanks, honey.  You’re the best.  xoxo

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