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She laughs, signing her nahtly colored sticky flags “Maybe we should”

“Hang on,” I tell her, and pull my phone from my pocket “Smile,” I tell her

She does, and then I take another with her holding up the papers proudly

I think this is the happiest I’ve ever seen her In fact, I can’t recall a tienuine on her face, and e to say, but I’ back her life Soue that she should’ve done it sooner, but I don’t see it that way She did it and that’s what matters, not the when

“Well,” she says once she’s done signing everything, “this will all be over soon”

I hug her “And your life can finally begin”

She hugs an, it just took a detour and I hit a few pot holes along the way, but I’o and holds h, but I’ and funny and a I’m lucky to be your mom”

I sniffle “Don’t make me cry”

It’s too late, though The tears begin to fall and I’m helpless to stop them, but instead of sad tears, these are happy ones, and they cleanse my soul

Practice kicked row closer to the game season I feel ready to fall over as I head to et home and fall into bed

“See you touys calls after me

I stifle a yawn “Yeah, see you,” I say back, not even paying attention to who too

It’s late, we practiced all day, and the sun has almost completely set

I reach my truck and climb inside the cab I pull es I sh She sent a picture of herself holding Prue I text back: Cute and seconds later“Are you on your way home?”

“Yeah,” I answer, stifling another yawn “I’ht to bed”