I got distracted away this morning with bookkeeping. The time slid right away from me as I fumbled numbers and balanced this to that. Now they all agree and there are neat double lines underlining all the important ones. Mother would be proud. Dad would be too, but Dad was always proud of what we did. There was never any hesitation or judgement on his part. Go, run, fly. Take off and smile. Always smile. That was the way to do it, not only because of how it would affect others but how it can come back and affect the inside of you.
It's a Sunday morning smile that almost feels like a hug.
TT
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