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Thursday, June 1, 2023

She makes my heart happy.

This evening, after dinner, I helped my kiddo make potato latkes for her AP World History class final project. She prepared the ingredients, then I fried them (she was afraid she’d burn the house down). She sat at the kitchen island finishing the paper part of the project and we talked while I fried. It occurred to me that it was little moments like this, that fill my heart. I may smell like the snack bar of a local bowling alley, but I’m content.

My daughter really is my world.

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