Relaxing in the front seat of the car as freshly-turned fields rolled past the passenger window and the late afternoon sun beamed on us with a false sense of warmth on a mid-May day, our son said,
"Thank you for spending your Mother's Day at my soccer game, Mom."
I replied, "I don't know a better way to spend it, buddy."
Win.
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