This afternoon, Miss G and I headed out into the garage to collect a few things for Bradley’s new classroom. As I was wrestling my way through cobwebs, mice turd (yes – we have mice in our garage… ugh), and 40 pound boxes, I noticed Grae shouting something while stomping her gum booted foot and clapping her little hands. I stopped moving for a minute to hear, “Good. job. Mama!! Good job!” This continued until the job was done.
I’m so very lucky to have my own cheerleader.
♥