There are reverberations all around: a dozen plastic cups with the names of people I love written on them, two fortune cookies that remind me of my amusement that we celebrated something very American by going out for Chinese, pillows and blankets stacked here and there, waiting to be hugged again next time. We all waved goodbye, even the baby, until we could no longer see the shrinking cars in the distance. All of these things make me feel like it's the end of the best ride in an amusement park at closing time, but I smile because I had such a good time!P.S. Someone who has talent I do not made that cake, just F.Y.I.
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