Pearl has just been full of the most encouraging words for me this week.
On Monday (me making a desperate attempt at the loom with Daniel on my lap):
“Mama, I know why you can’t finish that weaving. Because you never work on it!”
On Thursday (me refilling my pill box for the week, Pearl watching me):
“Mama, I think you need to make a doctor’s appointment because I don’t think you’re ever going to get better!”
Right now she can still get by on her cuteness. But I’m not sure how much longer that’s going to last.