Many of our days include distinct highs and lows.
Let's focus on a high, shall we?
The other day I was blow drying my hair.
And blow drying.
And blow drying.
Mercy - it takes forever!
Finally I turned off the hair dryer and moved to brush my teeth.
Ever present, G asked, "You done dat job, Mama?"
"Not really, G. My hair is still a little wet, but I'm out of time. That will have to be good enough."
"What about I can blow on it?"
... and he did... puffing up his little cheeks and gently blowing on the ends of my hair.
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Oh my. That boy's heart is just so sweet. This might be in the top 5 favorite stories for me!
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