But today just became a favorite

What is it about mothers? Mothers and sleep. Take every other good thing out of the world and I think we'd be just fine.

I slept. For a number of hours.

I called my mom and we talked.

I went to dinner and voluntarily ate fish. And swallowed it. And kept it down. And liked it.

And then. The best thing. Ever. Happened.

I was sitting there jamming up my toast when Greg came on over holding a package. My package.

Preface: My mom sent me a package before we went to Egypt (one month and 10 days ago) and it still had not gotten here.

Blanket. Piano music. Candy. Newspaper articles. Please ignore my face.

Oh mommy, you are my hero. Thank you for making me happy all the time.