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.