She dreamed of having her own set of wheels…Dad’s old pick up truck would have been just fine.
She never dreamt her wheels would be this cute.
Neither did we.
I am thrilled for her. I am thrilled that we could do this for her.
And when I mentioned freedom…I was talking about the Coach and I.
No more running her to school at 6:20am…after school softball practice…picking up
the boyfriends…driving to prom.
Having her own wheels doesn’t necessarily mean she is going to act normal.
If she thinks about being lazy with her school work… *cue evil laugh here* The new wheels will be mine…All mine.