No matter how many times I watch "Love Actually," by the end, it always makes me cry. All those different types of love... all those stories intertwining...
I realize that I am showing love by typing 70 pages of World History notes so that my daughter will be able to assemble her notebook before it is due. Even mad busy, Christmas still creeps in around the edges, flavors the still air, and hovers in the drifting afternoon light.
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