My Very Own Cheerleader

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.

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