While leaving the library, loaded down with books in three separate backpacks, the kids and I forged bravely on, carrying the weight of such glory (begging pardon from C.S. Lewis for such cheesy use of that beautiful phrase) with pleasure, despite the cost to our backs. Out of the blue, one of them made reference to a poem we heard Ted Kooser read last month.
"This is just like that poem Ted Kooser read about the college students and their backpacks!" Eldest exclaimed.
"You were paying attention that night," I smiled.
"Of course I was, Mom," (spoken in the tone of a child who's teetering on the edge of growing up.)
Of course.
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