THAT MOMENT. That moment when you realize you drove to Knoxville from different locations and left one car in Knoxville and rode to the Chattanooga area in one car and then drove straight home to Jefferson City without stopping in Knoxville to retrieve the second car. SO... your daughter rides with you back to Knoxville to get the second car. THEN, while youre in Knoxville, six days before your daughters high school graduation, you swing by the house where you were living when she was born and where she started first grade. And then you go sit at the curb where you put her on the school bus for the first time and where, every morning, youd sit and read the newspaper comics while waiting for the bus. And then you talk about the last twelve years and how proud you are and what you wish youd done differently but how you wouldnt change much--especially how shes turned out. And then you sit in silence and watch the setting sun glowing on the silver-lined clouds. That moment.
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 03:12:58 +0000
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