Kate and the Big Truck (Addendum to the Previous Post)

I was designated as a "drinker" for the wedding.
Since Kate is still breastfeeding Amelie, she did not want to drink more than a glass of wine.
Kate was going to drive home.

Dad and Rose came to Mason to watch the kids while we weddinged.
We planned on switching vehicles with them so they would have the car seats.

My Dad drove his truck.

It's a big truck.

Kate was going to drive a vehicle that looked something like this wearing a bridesmaid dress and high heels. (The picture does not the size of my Dad's truck justice.)
Kate has never driven anything larger than an early '90s Blazer.

Kate was determined.

I regret that I did not take pictures of her getting into the truck...

Me: Um, sweetie. You can go faster.
Kate: I don't want to speed.
Me: The speed limit is 45.
Kate: Well, I'm going...20. Okay, I'll speed up.

I had to park it for her.

Still, I continue to be in awe of what my wife can do.
How many 5'3" women can drive a big ol' farmer's truck in a dress and heels?

Kate can.
She can do anything.