When I leave the house in the mornings, she sees me to the door. Always. What a faithful little girl. And I always say, “Bye-bye, Goose. Mommy loves you. ‘Tect this house.” And this is what I see:
And what comes next? Well, let’s just say that you won’t see anything cuter unless you happen to witness a little panda bear cub, sliding down a rainbow, landing in a fluffy pile of daisies. After I say goodbye to Goose, I close the door, start walking away, and then I turn around to see this, the sweetest goodbye ever:
Every. Single. Day. How could I possibly not smile at that?
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