Tuesday’s confection, fresh out of the oven, is the sweetest of the entire week. The entire day is spent contemplating the peaceful and stimulating accumulations acquired prior and supplementing them with empirical discovery through the virtuous eyes of a toddler. The little anxiety that inevitably creeps it’s way into my consciousness is usually kept at bay while I furiously check off my “to do” list during Sidney’s afternoon respite. Today, I got hit with a slightly larger punch from my faithful foe, when I got notice of my failed admission to one of my “back up schools.” I took a deep breath, as the disappointment and feelings of inadequacy filled my chest like an overflowing well. I dove down to the bottom, letting the pressure of the emotions increase with depth. Suddenly I felt Sidney’s arms around my legs. I look down at his big blue eyes and in them I see happiness, love, and devotion. In me, he sees a spring of plenty, flowing freely with all he could ever want or need. He led me outside, where we danced back and forth through our sprinkler of love. Two hours past like ten minutes. I am floating now.
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Tuesday’s Confection
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This is awsome Jess.