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Like the First Time for Me, Too


I've been here DOZENS of times.
But kid, climbing around here with you--at this playground--your very first one...
The way the swings make you silly and the climbing makes you curious
and the play makes you perfectly peachy.
Heck,
it's like it's the first time for me, too.


How many embroidered pillows have I made the acquaintance of in my lifetime?
I don't remember many...but I know I've seen a hundred...
But the way you trace the lines, your finger pads humming across the threads...
It's like I never met needlework in my life
and all of the sudden I'm curious.



Now, I'm a fan of all things berry.
But you put my enjoyment of smoothies to shame
with that grin
and I taste them again
and again
savoring the sweet
like I've never tasted them
before.


Stories,
I'm notorious for how much I love stories.
But when you read with me and daddy little love,
it fills me with giddy hunger to know what comes next
because your excitement
makes each story
like it's the first time I've read it, too.




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