Thursdays are long. I put in a 12 hour day at the office and come home to the school's Thursday folders filled with every piece of paper from the week and a few million forms that need completed. It doesn't help that it's towards the end of the week. When I walked through the door last night, though, this is what I found:
The bag was even already open. And everything felt a little bit more manageable. Because he loves me.
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