Notes from the Driveway

On the day when your baby’s cute little toes

are stomping down hard on the gas, When his small chubby fingers are gripping the wheel, When his taillights are vanishing fast… You wonder, you wonder how the years could have flown, how your small boy has traveled so far; You hope that you’ve taught him all that you should. You hope that he’ll bring back the car.

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By: The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady, Ruth Lee –

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