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Today is Tiffany's first day back from sabbatical. I passed her and Grady on my way home from work. She was late to meet her partner for dinner. ("See you on Sunday?" she said. "Yup," I replied.) She said I should email her and we should get coffee. I nodded, and in my head I thought, "Because you want to talk to me about vocational discernment and how I should work in the church. I am a little bit impressed that you remembered this." [Since she had brought it up the Sunday before she went on 12-week maternity leave.] "Because it's been a long time," she said, and I nodded again, thinking, "Okay, I am choosing to believe that you are not just interested in catching up with all your parishioners now that you're back from maternity leave."
Farther up the road, Molly's kids had a lemonade stand (with the proceeds going to an orphanage in Mexico) -- well, Rafe and his friend had a lemonade stand, while three-year-old Carmen walked around with her shirt off. "I have the biggest shadow," she repeatedly declared, walking backwards down the street. (It was about an hour and a quarter before sunset, so her shadow was indeed long.)
Farther up the road, Molly's kids had a lemonade stand (with the proceeds going to an orphanage in Mexico) -- well, Rafe and his friend had a lemonade stand, while three-year-old Carmen walked around with her shirt off. "I have the biggest shadow," she repeatedly declared, walking backwards down the street. (It was about an hour and a quarter before sunset, so her shadow was indeed long.)