I had in mind something about a kid today who was carving his pencil lead with the razor blade of a sharpener, but today is not that kind of day.
Today is a scratchy sweat from a day well spent kind of day. It is a hug your mama Nica because it is her last day of work and have no words when she cries because she is so wonderful kind of day. It is a teach the third graders how to play candy land and be absolutely swamped by excited hands and yelling voices calling yo yo yo and half understanding how to explain the rules kind of day. It is a sing old McDonald had a farm to primary kids and remember surprisingly well the words to baa baa black sheep kind of day. It is a growing headache and constant smile sort of day, a dance to the music and eat the bagged mangos kind of day, a marvel at the small hands and noses and bright eyes golf the start of life kind of day.
It is a good kind of day. A kind of day that convinces me how much I love this life. A day that makes me bite my tongue when I realize that tomorrow is Friday, our sixth weekend here. Our sixth weekend here...sixth. Weekend. Here.
Oh, goodness.
dftba
-k
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