Day 100

The forecast this week calls for showers and scattered thunderstorms on Wednesday. Chance of rain 90%. That is the only rain in the forecast for the next week and a half. Seems about right. 

Wednesday is Damian's birthday. Our first major calendar event since he died. For the record I'm not counting Christmas and New Years as I was still in shock. Pretty sure the shock has mostly worn off now so this Wednesday, his birthday, will be the real deal. My personal forecast also calls for the strong possibility of storms on Wednesday. Chance of rain also 90%. For Dawn, I feel safe setting the chance of rain at 100%... 

I always enjoyed celebrating Damian's birthdays. It was fun to give him things that he either really wanted or totally didn't expect but still loved. On his 7th birthday, we gave him a sailboat. It was his very own Optimist ("Opti") dinghy. Hull # 19983, "Firefly". He was over the moon when we gave it to him but also bummed out that we wouldn't let him go out in it that day. The water was still too cold. 

Captain Damian sailing his Opti - "Firefly"

Last year, when he turned 15, I had a bunch of people send him car magnets that all said something along the lines of "Student Driver - Caution". He was annoyed, embarrassed and also laughing with us so good for him for getting the joke. 

Damian's 15th birthday

Damian was so excited to drive that he insisted on getting his learners permit that same day. I'm not sure what we would have given him this year, but I know he would have insisted on going to the DMV on Thursday to get his drivers license. The state of Georgia mandates that you have to have your learners permit for 1 year + 1 day before you can get your drivers license.  

Dawn and I are both taking Wednesday off from work. We have some things planned to get us out of the house, but I still expect tears. Mine. Hers. Ours. Hard to predict exactly how it will go, but I think it will hit us hard. Quite possibly, very hard. 


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