At the end of a work day that has included such activities as jumping on the trampoline, tag-teaming with A.B. to denude the chicken coop of 4 warm eggs, and singing "Supercalafragalisticespialadocious" while swinging down a zip line, I feel a vague sense of the guilty pleasure of it all. It is a familiar sensation that comes each time I realize how much I love the work I am doing: the burden seems rather rightly linked to the blessing.
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