There's this magical thing called Love. Actually, it's not always magical. More often it is made of hardy stuff, like trees and mountains. Or a day full of steady spring rain. Or the way the sun shines on the earth day after long day, curiously and patiently helping the grass to grow. Less magical, and more hard work, perseverance, sweat and tears. Hardy stuff. And like steady rain, sometimes makes you just sit down put your head in your hands, and think long and hard, and maybe cry, if that's your fancy.
And there's hope too, and great happiness and joy and wonder and amazement, and we all know that, don't we?
Today's hardy love is brought to you by the baby leaving.
The baby's leaving by the end of this month, and oh, this house is going to shake.
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