I had a really bad night with the kids on Saturday night. Cruz was cranky, Kai got up, Ryenne had a bad dream… I was tired. So when Peter got home on Sunday morning I was looking forward to catching up on some sleep.

But then Ryenne came and put her head right next to me on my bed, “Mama, I’m not going to tell you that there are cards waiting for you downstairs.” – I opened my eyes – “and Mama I’m not going to tell you that the purple one is from me.” – excitement in her eyes – how could I say no? I got up.

I had sweet cards from my babies. Peter says a gift is on it’s way…