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the blink of an eye
It happened in a blink, the way these things usually do.
We were babysitting Brett and Abby's puppy, our grandpup; a rascally, endearing, sixty-pound Sheepadoodle named Berkley.
They’re in love with that guy (we are too) and had trouble leaving him for the dog-free overnight they were embarking on.
not anymore, dear little one
Do you have one loved little one, like me, that’s always screaming for your attention ... always interrupting things?
Do you have one that no matter how hard you try and how calm you attempt to make your surroundings, will always squawk just as you’re sitting down to dinner or getting settled in to read a book or play a family game at night?
one single word
What was going on?
Yes, they lost the game and I knew he was extremely disappointed but this son, a sophomore in high school and quarterback of the football team, was usually not one to cry in public.
I was working the concession stand, selling snacks and laughing with other parents and the abundance of those that came out for "friday night lights."