several days

There are several days that I can count as the happiest of my life.

Each day my children were born.

The day I married Rico - the day I found him too.

The day the surgeon said "clean margins."

But I have another one.

It's October 26th. The day Punk passed his driver's test. I know I will miss driving him around, but maybe not as much as I anticipated. Because our first conversation was this:

Me: does it feel great?

Him: SO great.

Me: Yeah - like you can have some independence!

Him: Uh, no. More like so you and Rico will get off my case about having to drive. This is the best day of my life - because I'm never gonna have to drive again.