Never Forget Your Vows

“Mom, come over here. I brought something for you.” I dawdled over to my daughter. “Hold out your hand,” she said thrusting a tightly closed fist toward me. “Uh…does it wiggle?”  I asked, remembering other tightly-closed-fist-presents, including those that buzzed and unwound and chased my poise clean away. “Just hold …

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