s n o s s e L d e n r a e L
By Kathy Polich I was driving my favorite toy this morning. There is no air conditioning in my 1981 GMC truck, so the windows were down, and the warm morning air was blowing strands of hair that had escaped my ponytail into my eyes. I rolled into a stop sign, shifted and pushed the hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. For a second, I had this brief nostalgic feeling, something like Deja Vu, I guess. I almost felt my boys in the back of the truck giggling and roughhousing as we unloaded hay at the barn. I could see them jumping out and engaging in a brief chase that ended in the older one on top of the little brother after a very unorthodox tackle. The giggles were turning into torturous screams, and back to giggling simultaneously. I could smell the pine trees and horse manure. Just as quickly as those thoughts came to me, they were gone, and the reality of having a Freshman in college and a Freshman in high school returned. I snapped back to the present, hit the gas, and listened to the glass packs purr as I drove off. I recently helped the oldest move into his first apartment, eight hours away. That kid is sunshine and comedy in our house,
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