This thing happened today. This big, monumental, right-of-passage thing. I sent my eldest son to school this morning, just like every other day, and picked up a licensed driver. String the violin. Cue all the sappy lyrics you can think of because I’m going there. I can list the cliches: Where did the time go? Stop the clock. They’re growing up too fast. Feels like only yesterday. Don’t blink. Remember when . . . Rascal Flatts is singing in my head, “My wish for you . . .” followed by Kenny Chesney, “Don’t blink . . .”  then Darius Rucker, … Continue reading Just Yesterday I Held Him in My Arms and Now He’s Holding the Keys