It's the sleep thing. How can I or could I sleep when that awesome night before I started first grade because big school and I couldn't wait and she did not like me. That teacher. My mom was a teacher too and my first grade teacher told that other teacher right in front of me out in the hallway that there was no way I knew that on my own. My mama had given me those answers.
She was correct. My mama gave me a lot of answers.
Today I am grateful for steadfastness, the song, the chicken biscuit, the race to the car, the boxes in the back, the lunch, the leader, the energy, the anticipation, and the rest I'll surely get after yoga class this morning.
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