And Then There Were Three

Hard to drive your baby girl to college. Hard to drive your baby girl to the church, where a young man waited to disregard anything you had ever had to say on any issue, and take your daughter to his life, his house, his bed, and away from your protection.

Then in the spirit of letting go and trusting a God who had blessed you with these very girls and helped bring them to adulthood . . . damn, there's that word that takes away my arguement if I choose one.

Adulthood.

What was it all for, if not this day? It was to help them become really great adults, and though they are not quite there, it is time. Crap.

Rob walked to his living room, sniff, sniff . . . he could sense it as if it were an aroma . . . testosterone was, for the first time in 20 years, the predominant hormone in his house. The Boy and himself, and Melissa would be the minority now. Would this mean more car chases, more killings, more western shoot 'em ups, more just plain good fun with violence for no real reason, laughing at bodu sounds, or maybe just the blessing of more hot water for showers?

Still, so far, it only meant that the house smelled more like feet.