this face. which woke me up this morning telling me, once again, after we had made it downstairs, that it was dirty. she actually helped herself to the closet, got out the swifter sweeper and started pushing it all around. this was followed up with throwing it down on the ground and saying 'all done, better.'
later, i will say, she actually did help me clean and swifted for quite some time. she has a bit of my mom in her i'd say. or is it that i just clean too much?
this joyous afternoon coffee, shared along side a leftover croissant and jelly, and some much needed dance music to revel in the clean beautiful space we had created.