
From Carter. I love that boy. He's offered his services to organize my coupons. Bless him. He has a chore.

From Jackson. I love that boy. Hangman that spells out "I love you." And he hid behind me when I opened it. Funny guy. Always the prankster.

From Mason. Seriously. How could I love this sweet gesture more? I know not. It states, "I hope you like your man made of 2 dollars. Now you are 2 dollars richer than you were a few minutes ago!" (Don't tell the others, but I think I enjoyed this gift the most.) I love that boy.

From Spenser. I'm the "nicksis (nicest)" mom she ever had. Again, the cuteness is unbearable.

And yet more from the girl. She worked so hard. She gave me a sandwich bag full of more drawings, in a gift bag with a Christmas tag with cherubs.
It certainly is MY day.
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