We Call Her Sweets For a Reason

I had the best morning today. All three of my children ended up in bed with me. Cait was the first followed by Cora then Dawson. It was crowded yes, but I felt completely loved and so blessed to have wonderful children. Little did I know it was only going to get better. Around 7:30 Cait crawled over me and Cora and left the bedroom. The next thing I hear is cupboards opening and the dishwasher banging around. I thought nothing was weird, she was just hungry, but I was not about to get out of bed. And then there was a huge crash. I jumped out of bed so fast. She had dropped a glass in the sink. Nothing broken but she was upset because she wanted me to stay in bed. She was making me breakfast in bed, and the crash had pulled me out. So she sent me back to bed. I sat there for a few minutes and Dawson came in with Zoee. He was telling me that Zoee was scared of the crash too, but he was also warning her that there would be another one. I just laughed at him, but not a minute later there was another crash. Once again I jumped up to find Cait devastated and two bowls of cereal, three pieces of toast and two cups spilled all over the floor. She was trying to pour milk into the cups and set the jug down on the tray which made it fall off the counter. She was so heart broken. She cried and I cried. I felt so bad for her. But I reassured her that it was the thought that counts and the whole thing made my day, and for her troubles she got to have crepes for breakfast, her favorite. I sure do love my Sweets.