Lately I’ve been feeling
pretty special. In the big movie of my life that I play in day after day, there
are little flickers of pure heaven that keep me going. Like yesterday when I
was standing at the kitchen sink dishing my time away only to feel the smallest
little lips kiss my leg, followed by the sound of little feet scurrying away,
then returning, another peck, and repeat. Dylan can be so damn sweet when he
wants to be.

It started with pointing
that quickly turned into whining, until one day I said, “FINE!” and I handed Ducky
over. Dylan’s eyes lit up as he tried to wrap his arms around the big duck,
hugged him, kissed him, and laid down on him. I was touched that my favorite
friend was now being loved on by my favorite son. It was a full circle moment
as the memories with Ducky swirled and whirled around in my mind. Days later,
Dylan was still infatuated and hung up on Ducky. Dylan begged, “Ducky? Ducky?”
he wouldn’t let it go.
So I put Ducky in the
wash and threw him in the dryer, as Dylan looked on, shocked, with a, “What the
hell are you doing to my best friend” face. He was MY best friend first, kiddo.
And when the dryer buzzed, Dylan’s pal was back. Fresh, clean, and ready to partake
in another magical childhood. Life is such a trip.
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