What do you do in a day? How do you think? What do you say? Have you worked hard on something to help another, yourself? Could you find ten minutes between six and "ten after" to revel? Just revel in something? Just sweep up someone and kiss them sweet. Just grab your favorite poem and put up your feet. Find some clover and marvel. What did I do in a day? I could never remember it all, nor should I, I suppose. I will remember finding my tulip dry and stunning and capturing it like a little faery abode. I will remember putting Shadow bunny out in her little pen to enjoy watching her nibble. I shall smile upon the sleepy boys who won't stop growing "so big, so fast." I remember rubbing elbows with my daughter on the screen porch while the breeze blew at our locks. I guess that counts.
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