This morning when I came upstairs, my kids had been up for a while and they had a candle (grandma helped them light it) on the table next to a sandwich made especially for me. They had also washed the table and counters so that I would have this wonderful surprise. It was such a sweet thing that they all worked on together and I was really happy with them. They all watched anxiously as I took my first bite. "Do you like it? Do you like it?" Not really but I didn't let on. I just ate my turkey, cheese and sugar sandwich for breakfast. And it wasn't anywhere near as bad as it sounds, actually.