LOOK OUT WORLD!

So, it’s been two weeks – and you know what that means, right? Yup. But first – I have to get something out of my system… you ready?

HE PASSED HE PASSED HE PASSED HE PASSED!!!

We just returned from the DMV, where the boy took his driver’s test for the second time. He spent the past two weeks telling me “I don’t care. That way, I am not disappointed.” He didn’t even really get behind the wheel again until a couple days ago when he and Papa (or Gramps as the Boy calls him) spent all day together, driving everywhere, and getting more familiar with Soldotna – where we don’t usually drive, and the woman took him last time (as they usually do – more traffic, lane changes, challenging, etc.).

This time, he had a different tester, and I got a good vibe off of her from the beginning. I saw him pass the parallel parking first, and then took off… and turned toward KENAI – which is where we live and drive 95% of the time!

The Boy: When she said take a right, I knew I had it. I KNOW these streets!

They were gone for almost 30 full minutes, and then sat in the car and talked while I tapped my fingers and wished I could see his expression. Then they came to the door – and he GRINNED and I knew then he had done it.

I refrained from happy dancing IN the DMV though, just as he refrained from grabbing me in a hug super tight in front of strangers, and contented himself with grabbing my hand and squeezing it nice and tight instead. I got the hug later.

And happy danced. It looked a LITTLE like that picture up top as the news spread.

Congratulations, baby boy. I’m SO PROUD OF YOU! I totally knew you could do it!

Right now, he’s over at Auntie’s in his first solo drive to put another new part on his truck, before he TAKES HIMSELF TO WORK in a couple hours. And tomorrow? He is doing a dump run for me. And the day after that? Taking his sister to school for me.

Of course, you know what this means, right? Now that I got one all licensed – I gotta start all over with Peppermist.

…HOLD ME.

PS – the splint. He took it off for the duration of the test. Doc told him “Well, I can’t TELL you to take it off, because you could do further damage, but I’m not sure they’ll let you test with it on.” So he took it off – put it back on in the car right after we had license in hand. He didn’t need any advil though – riding the adrenalin high instead. 🙂