Over the course of a stunningly cheerful 20 minutes, she jumped out of her seat and jetted to the kitchen when Brady asked for help getting more food from the crockpot, congratulated Isaac and gave him a celebratory fistbump when he shared that he'd raised his math grade to an A, and then randomly started dancing with said 11-year old in the kitchen.
I have no clue what spurred the outpouring of exuberant kindness, but it made me smile. And for that gift, I'm grateful.
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