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  • A muddle of arms and legs softly drooping over my head and back. You sniffed in my ear, full of a cold from too many late nights out with adults.

    You asked me to color. So I did.

    I asked you what color. You handed me green.

    I asked you want you wanted me to color. You told me to color her dress.

    And I did.

    As I colored I thanked God for having you in my life, all light and sweetness and joy as you stopped often to watch me drawing between the lines.

    Then my eyes filled with tears. He suddenly popped back into my mind and I wondered why he hadn't wanted to share all this beauty with me.

    Then you handed me the blue and told me to color the building, and the thought was gone, the tears dried up.

    I took a deep breath, sighed and smiled for all the treasures in my world that I still have even after others are lost. And I realized that today is a new day. And knew that I was still doing fine.

    "Sooner or later you will come to realize that it’s not what you lose along the way that counts; it’s what you do with what you still have. When you let go, forgive, and move on, you in no way change the past, you change the future." - via:
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