Perfect.

Saturday was my birthday (thank you all for the Happy Birthday wishes). I woke up that morning to the bedroom door banging open into the wall, and when I climbed down off the ceiling I saw a beaming Eva face. She was holding a sign that said "Happy Birthday, Mama," and she proudly announced "Breakfast is served." I snuggled her for a minute, then stumbled out to the kitchen to find the table set with a beautiful breakfast prepared by my husband (if you know Mike, you'll realize what a big deal that was!)

And folks, my day got even better from there. So far, thirty-one is my favorite year yet. I hope you all had happy weekends as well.