We woke up together today. Writer and reader are two words that mean the same thing: alive.
Thank you for being my fellow dancer, in this middle school cafeteria. We are all nervous. All scared.
My two year old has an answer, when asked if he is scared. He does a pause, and says "Uhh. A little bit."
Today, my family wakes up scared. Uhh. A little bit.
But we also wake up two years old. We wake up with joy, with excitement for things that are real and that we dont have to hope for. We are excited for a birdfeeder. We are excited for friends that text us and call us and neighbors that wave.
We wake up two years old, today. A little bit scared, sure.
But we see real love, and we are going to let our two year-old lead us through the day. His vision is the purest, the healthiest, the most focused.
Today we listen. Today we will let our two year-old win.
I've never been more excited to lose.
Thank you for being my fellow dancer, in this middle school cafeteria. We are all nervous. All scared.
My two year old has an answer, when asked if he is scared. He does a pause, and says "Uhh. A little bit."
Today, my family wakes up scared. Uhh. A little bit.
But we also wake up two years old. We wake up with joy, with excitement for things that are real and that we dont have to hope for. We are excited for a birdfeeder. We are excited for friends that text us and call us and neighbors that wave.
We wake up two years old, today. A little bit scared, sure.
But we see real love, and we are going to let our two year-old lead us through the day. His vision is the purest, the healthiest, the most focused.
Today we listen. Today we will let our two year-old win.
I've never been more excited to lose.
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