The girl needed a hug on the last day of Preschool.  I was there for her.  As always.  Even though it was super uncomfortable.   And the mom wasn’t too happy about the precarious position I was in.

But sometimes, the girl just needs a hug.  And not an alert.  And not pestering.  Just a hug.  And sometimes, just some shiny black fur to cry into.  And I do a good job at that.  Oh, and alerting too.  When she needs it.  But here, she just needed love.  Whatever.  Don’t judge.  I do love her.  And I hate to see her cry.  I dare you.  Look at that face and not feel compassion.   

 I know I posted this already on my Facebook page, but I felt the need to share with my blog fans too…..share the pain you know.