August 11th, yet again
So it's the 11th. Another year's gone by. She's 16 now. Maybe she's learning to drive. She's probably starting to look at colleges. I wish I could be there to give her advice. Not that I have anything useful to say. I'm not the best role model. But I still wish I could. I wish I could teach her how to drive a stick shift. Take her on the road behind the reservoir like Jon did for me four years ago. I wish I were there for her when boys confused her, when life seemed too hard, when calculus and history and English were just too much for her. And I wish she was there for me, to be another voice in support of my choices, my life, me. Maybe someday. No, that's wrong. There will be a someday. I know it. I need to believe it.
So, emo rambling over. Happy Birthday, Sam. Sweet Sixteen. What was I doing on my sixteenth birthday ... planning the AcDec trip to Chicago, probably. I hope yours is glorious. I hope you have a big party with all your friends. I wish I were there.
So, emo rambling over. Happy Birthday, Sam. Sweet Sixteen. What was I doing on my sixteenth birthday ... planning the AcDec trip to Chicago, probably. I hope yours is glorious. I hope you have a big party with all your friends. I wish I were there.