My encourager.

My conversation with Doster after I had just walked in from a haircut.

Doster: Hey pretty Mommy, come here. Your hair looks so cute. Come
give me a hug.

Mommy: Doster, when you tell me I look pretty or cute, it makes my
heart so happy.

Doster: It makes it happy and not all cracked up?

Mommy: That's right.

Doster: Only when I do naughty things it cracks up? When I do sweet
things your heart comes alive again?

Mommy: (with tears) Yes sweetie.