3 reasons why i bothered getting up this morning.

(despite the fact that i'm breaking out like a 14-year-old from stress.)

1. the letter i received yesterday, thanking us for RnR.

“Dear M_ and Tracey,
Thank you
Raina and Mom
I'm sorry about the drum” {note: our kid drum kit was kind of wrecked by the kids on saturday, but big whoop. cute tho.


2. when i walk out onto our porch it smells as though i just stepped into the wake of someone's freshly-sprayed perfume.


3. this morning she drew the letters G, I and J (badly, but recognizably).