I thought I was OK with this...

Joyce became an officially licensed driver yesterday, and this morning was her first ever solo drive to school.

Truly, I thought it would all be just fine. She’s smart and dependable, mature and competent and she’s nobody’s fool. She’s capable and observant. She’s a good driver. She’s driving a very dependable vehicle. Good in ice and snow, even. I mean, I really, really thought I was way ready for this. Not that big of a deal. A-OK.

But I’ve been freaking out all day.

I want my baby girl back.

Oh crap.