It was a regular Monday evening, except for that it wasn't.  She drove herself to practice today. In her own car.  She loaded up her gear in the trunk, hopped in the driver's seat with a quick swish of her pulled up in a pile blonde hair, wearing her black softball pants with the hole in the knee, started the car and drove herself the longest 6 miles of my life to the field where she has been practicing for as long as I can remember. Without me... I stood at the front door a long time, watching her tail lights disappear out of sight, around the corner of our street and into the … [Read more...]