The chirren are in bed. It's 10pm. Peter is on a rare business trip out of town. The house is quiet. I will soon prop myself up in the tub for a nice, long soak and pretend that I haven't lost my wedding ring. YES. Happy 10 year anniversary to me. Not stolen, just fell out of my pocket. Not covered by my home insurance policy. Very, very sad. I can only snap out of it by reminding myself how blessed I am - my little family of four (plus two kitties) are all okay. And Allen's belly button is even going back to normal so hooray for us! And Katy picked out her own hat to wear to church on Sunday. Way to exercise your toddler independence - even if it didn't match your dress!!

Meg