tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13370428.post8590662498570081810..comments2024-01-23T00:20:46.682-05:00Comments on Where I Am: Buckle up, Mom!Christy Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13192519166354022489noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13370428.post-88820714973596230322010-03-22T16:04:36.637-04:002010-03-22T16:04:36.637-04:00Okay, you started to make the dad tear up a little...Okay, you started to make the dad tear up a little bit . . .Seannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13370428.post-61577368156638247842010-03-22T12:37:38.780-04:002010-03-22T12:37:38.780-04:00I remember when my (then 17-year old) daughter pic...I remember when my (then 17-year old) daughter picked up her keys and drove herself to dance class for the first time. I was momentarily sad, missing the quality time that we'd always had in the car on the way to and from those classes (30 minutes away from where we lived -- so it really was quality time). Eventually I got used to it and found benefits in it (could you please stop at the convenience store on the way home and get a gallon of milk, honey?). But it was a definite twinge in my heart as she drove away that first time.<br /><br />Hugs to you!Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17054198318242454049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13370428.post-27382584512636371912010-03-22T12:13:27.478-04:002010-03-22T12:13:27.478-04:00Approve the purchase ONLY if you get to take it ou...Approve the purchase ONLY if you get to take it out for a spin every once in a while! :-) Just the thing for the start of those midlife twinges -- sporting around in a puuuurty red car!Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13256552315634307734noreply@blogger.com