Boy Blue so sore from football that he is walking around the house like a penguin. Gingerly placing each foot on the ground. Waddling back and forth. Making his mama laugh out loud. Making him laugh to see me laughing, and oh, there needs to be more of this. More of the kids seeing my face turned up. More of that joy that is so miraculous. Sets hearts flying, now doesn't it? Precious joy, I am thankful for you.
Wind beneath my wings,
Bernadette
listening
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