How sweet and adorable it is to come upstairs each night and see what ben has used to prop his door open. Every night it seems he finds something new. The last couple nights its been his garbage truck. Sometimes its a stool. Its never there when I tuck him in but by the time I go to bed something is always there. He hasn't missed a night yet.
It seems so mundane, so everyday. But its one if those mini moments for me as a mom where I realize he is growing up. I never taught him to do that, he figured it out all on his own. And I never mention it yet he continues to do it each and every night.
It just melts me.
Doesn't take much......
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