The day has finally come! My dear husband was so excited to finally be able to return to work. The girls reverted back to their quiet mode after school (because he is asleep in the afternoon), and I reverted back to my scheduled dinners at precisely 5:45p.m.! All went well, and I kissed him goodbye and watched him back his truck out the driveway...PAUSE button...
Since the girls' acquisition of drivers licenses, Keith has surrendered first rights to HIS truck. His logic is that the truck is solid steel; and in a wreck, the girls would fare much better surrounded by such protection. Of course, the girls would much rather drive the truck than the minivan...thus they drive the truck whenever possible. Since Keith's surgery, they have become quite accustomed to having the truck at their leisure! So when this week arrived, they were not quite prepared to relinquish "ownership."
PLAY button...There is my macho husband, in his macho Chevy, 4-wheel drive truck, backing out of the driveway to go do his man's work...he brakes, motioning me out to the truck, and hands me tea cups, female clothing, and girls deodorant; then he continues on--on the front of the truck is the "Power F" Franklin high school plate; over the rear view mirror are several strands of glittering colored beads and a school parking decal; the back window displays "Power F" and IGBOK stickers, and on the bumper is a decal with a flower that reads "Think Happy Stuff"!
And only one thought fills my mind: "The power of the father...!"
If you knew my husband, you would smile at how befitting this thought is, all things considered, which just adds to the list of why my cup runneth over...
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