My Mum used to do this thing called 'butterfly kisses', which were actually fluttering her eyelashes against my cheek like the beating wings of a butterfly.
Last week after we got home, Mum, Dad and I stepped out of the car and saw hummingbirds flying around the tree they planted when I was born - their wings a frenzy, stopping in motion and starting and reversing.
On Monday Yu Jeong asked me (after I explained Palm Sunday to her because of its contextual relevance to a poem we were studying) if Jesus was a Donkey.
I am so tired, but it has been a mostly good week.
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