A job well done

"Mommy, come see this!" Abby yelled from her room. "I did a really great job making my bed!"

I started up the stairs to praise her for a job well done.

"Bring your camera Mommy," she called. "You're gonna want to get a picture of this!"

I did as I was told, and arrived in her room to find her bed neatly made, pillows perfectly placed, animals arranged in a neat row, blankets folded and put away, and my five-year-old, who apparently knows me all too well, posed beneath it all, chin resting comfortably in her hands, a proud grin on her face.

We should all enjoy the finished work of our morning responsibilities this much.