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Sparkle woke me early this morning, and got an apple, and got me to eat breakfast. As I was sipping the last of my Pomegranate V-8 Splash Tea, Sparkle appeared before me fully dressed, with her bicycle helmet on.
"It's time for our bike ride," she said in that chipper voice I recognize when I am jollying her along on reluctant mornings.
( Mommy, mommy, give me your answer, do. )
And Sparkle is so happy. Every time she passes me, she is hugging me, and kissing my shoulder, and smiling. That alone can get me back in the saddle.
"It's time for our bike ride," she said in that chipper voice I recognize when I am jollying her along on reluctant mornings.
( Mommy, mommy, give me your answer, do. )
And Sparkle is so happy. Every time she passes me, she is hugging me, and kissing my shoulder, and smiling. That alone can get me back in the saddle.
