Thursday, August 16, 2012


you dive off the deep end and move across the country without a job, and the job search is making you stressed, and then your two year old niece come and puts her little arms around your neck and presses her slightly sticky nose to your cheek until you stop typing and kiss her.

And you stop panicking for a second. Bliss.

1 comment:

  1. She does do a marvelous job at that doesn't she? One day, even being woken up by her MUCH earlier than I had intended was softened by hugs from that cute little girl.


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