Lilly

There’s a sweet two-year old I know named Lilly. She comes to the library sometimes, and when she does she ALWAYS gives me a hug.

I saw her come in the door and said, “Hey Jan, our day is about to get better.”

Lilly saw me and yelled, “Jaimie!” and ran as fast as her two-year old legs could go and right into my arms.

Oh my gosh, talk about melting my cold, black, ice heart.

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