It’s been a long day. You know the kind. I know you do. It’s been the kind of afternoon where the possibility of a sweet bedtime with butterfly kisses and one more story and wanting to linger for just a bit more is nothing but a bit of dandelion fuzz that was swept out our hands when we walked outside into a gust of wind. And that was hours ago.
I’m over at Mamalode today talking about that kind of day. I know you know the kind. Meet me there and, together, we can commiserate and find new hope in the shape of a yellow heart.