I sat at the dinner table opening the mail from the day. My birthday is approaching and each day this week has brought a new card in the mail — striking more excitement in my near [6]-year-old than in me. I opened the pink envelope, pulled out the birthday card and two gift cards dropped out of the bottom. Excitedly my daughter said, “Where are they to mama, where are they to?” I smiled and said, “one to your favorite place, and one to mommy’s favorite.”
She looked at me, eyes beaming with excited hope as she said, “Mommy can we use your gift card to go to breakfast, just me and you, without daddy and without sissy?”