September 13, 2006

Thanks, Jack Henry, I Needed That

Some days are worse than others. School takes longer than usual, the kids are bickering, the toilet and the washing machine overflow . . . you know those days. We all have them. And then something changes it all. Jack Henry sits quietly in his chair coloring and as I brush past him he kisses my arm. "Mom," he says, "everytime you walk past me today, I am going to kiss you."

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