The 16 Year Old

Today, my youngest turned 16. She and George call each other "My Fellow Aquarian". Papa George called the young scoundrel this morning to wish her a happy birthday, as he was en route to my oldest daughter in Yakima to pick her up from a weekend long music program. Every time I hear other people talking about the negative experiences with their fathers growing up, I count my lucky stars that I was blessed with George, and he is the grandfather my children are growing up with. I do not think it possible for a father or grandfather to love more than George.

So, midget, scoundrel, ball of fire, blondie...my youngest. She is itching to drive, pestering me for a permit. I think we will have to visit the DMV this week. That will mean all THREE teens would get permits simultaneously. I think the grey hair will come in with a vengeance with that occurrance. That is all right though. It is a right of passage and a necessity as well if you want to journey anywhere here in Washington State. The bus and train only go so many places. I foresee a driveway with cars that are not registered in my name in my future, and young adults venturing off to see the world :-) The future is waiting to be written....ahhh, 16. Happy Birthday Kid!