4:30am

So, my loving spouse had to go out of town on business today. This is not a typical thing with his work and he hated having to do it on the wee boy's birthday, but it could not have been helped. It really is okay. The giant celebration occurred yesterday and was spectacular. I will write about it later. Anyway, said spouse arose at 4:30am and, despite his firm belief to the contrary...he is NOT quiet. I am happy about it. Yes, I said happy about it. You know me, I am NOT morning people and am exhausted from the celebration of my son's birth, but I am thrilled to be sitting here in the dark of the predawn typing away and I will tell you why. My daughter loves the idea of fairies. She has a small, square, wooden box...well, tray is likely more accurate. My mother gave it to her for her birthday and it is full of sand and little beach toys. She loves it. Both kids love sand toys. Likely because they make me batty and are messy, but whatever the case...the kids love sand toys. When my daughter first got the sand box it somehow ended up with a couple of coins in it. Likely the result of a brother who is forbidden to touch the sand box. (Do not worry about him, he got his own yesterday. Likely because my mother loves him more than she does me. :) But I digress. When my daughter discovered the coins in the sand and no one was forthcoming about how they got there, she decided that fairies must be responsible. Upon sharing this theory with me, I of course vowed secretly in my own mind to perpetuate this belief when ever possible. What does all of this have to do with me being awake at 4:30am and happy about it? Last night my precious angel left her sand box on the kitchen table and I know that she did it to see if the fairies will strike again. Normally I am good at taking care of these things but last night I was TOTALLY exhausted and went to bed early. When my loving spouse arose at the ridiculous hour I oozed out of bed, scavenged for change and loaded both children's sand boxes. See...happy. Also, I got to send my man out into the world with a hug, a kiss and a muttered statement of love. It is all good. :)