Some days this is me, a thousand curled petals craning toward the early light.
These are the days I'm sharply cognizant of my wealth.
I'm rich with a quartet of eager faces who trust me implicitly.
Rich with a redemptive grace that outstrips my failure.
Rich with a husband who thinks this song is about me.
Little Kids' Vacation 2014, Pt. 1
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