I took a few pictures of Matthew in the El Camino last night. He was pretending to drive while Spencer worked on the truck next to it. I tried to grab a more candid shot than this, which only resulted in about 27 pictures of motion blur holding onto the steering wheel. I almost gave up on it until Spencer mentioned how cool it’ll be to put the picture I take that day next to one of him actually learning to drive it for the first time in eleven or twelve years.
Is it just me or does my skin actually lose a layer of thickness to it every time someone makes mention of my children growing up?