Rachel did something incredibly thoughtful the other day. I staggered out of bed Thursday morning, quite tired, in time to throw on some clothes and take her to school. When I got to the bathroom, Rachel said, "Mom, I noticed the toilet paper was low so I put in new roll for you."
And tonight, after tee-ball practice, she insisted on carrying my purse, along with my backpack, despite my repeated attempts to carry it myself.
Clearly, my work here is done.
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