I'm so proud of him, but dang it sure was hard to let him walk out that door with car keys in his hands. I ask him if he wanted to go for a drive by himself, and he said "kinda." So I told him he could drive "around the block" (meaning - out one curvy road, right on another curvy country road, then right back on our road). He ended up going to Mammaw's and Pawpaw's to show them his license. Right after he walked out the door, Darling Hubby said, "I can't believe your letting him go. Do you not realize it's going to storm any minute?" Well then I was a nervous wreck. Ready to throw up the grilled chicken sandwich I had had for supper. I told him I was going to hop in the Durango and follow him -- he wouldn't let me. I told him I was going to call Mama and tell her Squirt was on the way and have him call when he got there -- again, he wouldn't let me. But it's funny that HE was the one that wasn't quite ready to turn him loose. Thankfully, Squirt made it to Mammaw & Pawpaw's without incident, and before the heavy rain came. I have never been more thankful in my whole life than when I heard that car door slam when he pulled back in the garage.
So in honor of Squirt getting his license, here's a page I did a while back before he had even gotten his learner's permit. He was driving the big ole' Lumina out in the field.
