I got the phone call on Saturday morning. The one that parents of a new driver DON'T want to receive. My Eldest had left the house early to go to a baseball game with a friend. All was quiet. Anyone who knows me knows I'm not good at answering the house phone, but this time I happened to be standing nearby when it rang.
"Mom, I've been in bad wreck..."
I had a Matrix Moment until I heard the next sentence, "...but I'm OK."
This morning I realized that I hadn't gotten a photo of him in front of the first vehicle he ever drove, holding his keys and his new license. And now I never will, since it's all smashed up.
Oh, the marvelous grace of the Heavenly Father, who allowed him to emerge without a scratch! We are all grateful.
And we are ducking down, wincing, as we wait to find out just how high our insurance rates are going to climb. I'm thinking it might get ugly...