Feeling The Love

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You know that scene in How the Grinch Stole Christmas! where his heart grows three times its size? Here, refresh.





That's me, right now. Except not so dead.

There are moments when you can actually feel love, physically. Right in your heart. It barges in unexpectedly and grabs you, and it won't let go until it bursts out through your tear ducts. I'm having one of those moments right now, as it suddenly dawns on me how very near the end is.

There are only fourteen days left until school's out for summer. I know, I know. I've been counting down for a month now. Eager to say goodbye to those one or two kids who drive me to the box of wine every night. Anxious to have my freedom and nothing but time to enjoy my own child. But here's the crazy thing that happens every stinking year. Right about now, just as the frozen margaritas and neighborhood pool start singing their siren song, it hits me like a Mack truck: Dammit, I love these annoying little buggers. Every last one of them. Even that one.

And I only get fourteen more days with them.





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