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I think I must be doing something right...

After two hours straight of the kiddo telling me all about his outdoor school adventures - every counselor he met, hike, stinky boy stuff he did - he tells me he learned a song that he "knew instantly" I would really like. I asked him to sing it to me, which he said he was too embarrassed to, but he really wanted me to read the lyrics. Check this out...

" A penny's made of copper,
love is made of hearts,
magic is within us all,
too soon we must depart,
a magic love is in the air,
the spirit round you flies,
a magic penny means i care,
your magic in my eyes.

For a magic penny says the things no words can say,
its a silent song of friendship that has grown,
to someone who gives back to you,
the love you gave away,
a magic penny will never be alone

For nothing can be had,
from a penny you don't spend,
love can never grow inside till given to a friend,
i've learned so much from all of you,
i wish this would not end,
but if we learned to share our love,
it will come back again.

For a magic penny says the things no words can say,
its a silent song of friendship that has grown,
to someone who gives back to you,
the love you gave away,
a magic penny will never be alone."

How sweet is that? And that he thought of me. Even sweeter. I sometimes don't know how good of a stepmom he thinks I am, but in moments like that I think I am doing ok.

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