If My Driveway Could Talk

Her poncho was a vibrant pink and her feet were bare as she slammed the solid wood door behind her. She stepped out into the cold air, her feet left marks in the snow and quickly her toes changed to match the poncho that lightly blew in the winter breeze. A quick turn, a few strides and she was back inside. I grabbed her boots and handed them to her begging her not to run away but she was quickly back out the door and across the yard, all the while spewing anger and discontent. Claire is my step daughter and she has never run away and this brief jaunt only lasted about 10 minutes, but for me as a parent it was petrifying none the less. This marks one of the moments that my driveway has been privy to. It has also witnessed my husband, shirtless and shoeless (this is typical) walking out to hand me steaming hot coffee and eggs made only the way he can. With a kiss and a smile I leave for work every day in this exact manner, and I do believe it will never get old. This driveway has also experienced a woman swerving and screaming atop her bicycle,  as our vicious 11 lb. cockapoo barks in her general direction with malicious intent of course, leaving this poor woman "afraid for her life." More importantly this very same slab of concrete was witness to the revelation that our 12 year old son believed when said cockapoo was fixed that her entire vagina had certainly been removed. At this point I should explain that very often our family discussions occur in the driveway. My husband works very hard as a gym owner (more on that later) and when he gets home he can often count on being greeted by myself, our dogs and our children as well. He is a hot commodity. Emphasis on the hot, in my opinion. These greetings can end with him shirtless stretched out in the driveway with any number of us by his side recalling the events of our day. The one thing I can say for certain is this, if our driveway could talk I do believe it would say that we are an emotional, crazy, funny, close knit family with an abundance of energy and love for each other. We have our moments where running away seems the only answer but we also have the hot coffee, steamy kisses that somehow manage to balance it all out. You throw in a little vagina-less dog talk and all of the bases are covered.