While Kyler was at a friend's house, Mae and I headed outside to do what we love most: yard work. (If fifteen-years-ago me could read that, she'd not believe it. And probably cry.) For two solid hours, we pulled weeds, watered the plants, hauled rocks and boulders with the wheelbarrow (I even hauled a couple loads of 'Mae' for fun), swept sidewalks, trimmed bushes and maybe snuck a couple strawberries out of the strawberry patch (don't tell).
Just before it was time to pick up Kyler, we stopped walking in the middle of the yard to look around and take in all we'd done. My arms and legs were already in the beginning stages of soreness, but our back yard looked great. That's when I noticed Mae put her hands on her hips, scan the yard and take a deep breath. She said, "Oh my God, Mom, when Dad gets home we are gonna be in so much good trouble."
Good Trouble: the more beloved and celebrated cousin of Bad Trouble and Big Trouble. If you're gonna be in any sort of trouble, this is the kind you want to be in. In fact, we should all make it a point to get into a little bit of good trouble each and every day.
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