homecoming

we survived. i wasn't sure. this all began a few weeks ago and culminated in the event of my daughters first homecoming dance/car date. when i say it built up over the last several weeks i mean we had several conversations concerning plans, clothes, who was driving, where they were going. the time they were to arrive home, my time was set in stone and it was not 8:30 as some would think. so with negotiations finished and all well understood we drove our first born daughter to his parents house for the picture session that will help identify the body later if nessassary. it was during the drive that it began to set in my mind that this woman was the tiny baby i once held in my arms and always remember her foot was just the same size as my thumb, which i was looking at when i heard from the back seat, 'why are we driving so slow', what can i say once you realize that there is fast coming a time that will change things a little forever, you want to drive the speed limit if not slower. she was and is beautiful and had a wonderful time. they got home safe and sound a half hour early. she is growing up and will one day be moving on, all is right in the world but lets go the speed limit, no need to rush.