Today is the 17th birthday of my youngest son, the child who is just “above” Ricki. He recently obtained a motorcycle license. (I signed two months ago that he could study and get a license before his seventeenth birthday—since he would soon be able to do so without my permission—but in return was able to extract from him a promise not to work as a delivery boy.) I figured that anyway it would take him some time to save up money for the cycle.
What I hadn’t counted on was that he would share his next-older brother’s cycle with him.
Anyway, as he backed the motorcycle out of the driveway, I glanced from our window above and saw him. Suddenly he looked so much taller; he is growing up. Gosh, the years are flying by and soon they will all be gone and living on their own....
3 comments:
I'm jealous!
This is so funny, I just blogged for the first time since October and wrote about time slipping away. Then I thought I'd pop over to see you and lo and behold looks like great minds think alike!
*sigh*
(my yetzer hara always wanted to own a motorcycle. if they weren't so crazy dangerous, I would have gotten one years ago!)
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