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The Tunnel of Love

There is something about a tunnel that emanates love.

A tunnel of grandparents and dads, sisters and moms. A cousin or two.

That says we’re proud of you.

We celebrate you.

Win. Loss. Or tie.

Which is why their feet race with abandon from the field.

Why their hands stretch to high-five.

And why small, mud-covered brothers find themselves taking laps as well.

It feels good to be loved.

Feels good all over.

And makes for normal children.

So…until next time.

Next tunnel season.

Seems the old-fashioned, double-armed hug will have to do.


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