My oldest drove his two brothers to church.
First long solo drive.
I expected them home forty-five minutes
Before they actually walked in the door.
It was dark. It was rainy.
How tired were they?
Did they need to get in touch
But were in a dead zone?
They nonchalantly entered,
And when I asked if the car had any new scratches,
One quipped, “Only from my fingernails in the interior”
And another said, “There was that time we did a 360.”
They were cheerful and safe.
Thank God for his protection this day.
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