The plan was that Katie and I would go by the recycling center (trash dump) on the way to school and leave several bags of garbage. Not wanting to have to load the stuff that morning, I had put it in the van the evening before. Due to the warm and humid weather, the garbage had already developed a quite intense odor while sitting in the garage, and by the time it had aged in the van overnight, the smell was simply overpowering.
I rolled down the passenger-side window several inches and opened the vent windows to circulate some fresh air, but the odor was still strong enough to make your eyes water. "Katie," I said, "I'm sorry the smell is so bad in here." ""Oh, it's alright Daddy," Katie replied. "I smell my feet, so this doesn't bother me."
The magic is all around us. It beats on our heads to be included. It tugs at our shirt sleeves to be heard. And it whispers to us at bedtime to be loved. Listen to the magic. Cherish the moment.
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