"Mom, watch this!" A cartwheel. "Mom, watch THIS!" The same cartwheel. "MOM. WATCH." The cartwheel, but this time with a yell.
I have watched approximately four thousand cartwheels. I could judge Olympic gymnastics at this point.
And I watch. Every time. Because one day they won't ask me to watch anymore.
Porch. Exhale. Still the best audience they'll ever have — even if my applause is a little tired.
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