This morning, I awoke to Bryan whispering sweet sentiments in my ear. Shortly thereafter, a chorus line of singing and dancing erupted around my bed. The CD player was blaring one of Ariana’s newest favorite songs: “How does she know you love her? How does she know she’s yours? . . . ” After her song and dance, she brought me breakfast in bed–a container of sugar-free jello, cold pop tarts and a glass of water . . . something “easier on the stomach” she said, because I don’t feel well in the mornings and the last time she brought me breakfast (piece of cold toast with slivered almonds sprinkled on it), I wasn’t able to eat it.

Tonight, Bryan, Ariana and I will go to a Vocal Majority concert of Broadway songs to celebrate our special day . . . the third anniversary of becoming a family.

All things considered, I truly do live an enchanted life.