April 26, 2010
Isabella: The first time I saw you, standing in the driveway, you had to be mine. You were young, but that was my plan. I took you out that first time – chaperoned, of course – getting to know little things about you. I took you home; I was nervous, didn’t want to go too fast or push you too hard.
I love our Sundays driving around the lakes, and special occasions when I take you into work. Hopefully, we’ll stay together for years, but now that you’re 18, I wonder.
(Relax, Isabella’s a car.)