D sent me a video of Munchkin. Singing. (Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway for my need-to-know-details readers.) I sobbed. For a good fifteen minutes. She got my voice. She got my rhythm. She got my love of music. She got my ability to learn a tune … immediately.

How can something so wonderful feel simultaneously amazing and crushing? Oh, Munchkin, your voice will be a beautiful tool. Train it, my dear. Love it. Take care of it. Oh, Munchkin. 

I don't need to say much more than it was wonderful. Exhausting, but wonderful. I think the rule from here on out is to stay busy on this day so that I don't have time to sit around and have a self-pity-party. That's what yesterday was for. ;)

But next year? I'm not cooking dinner. That's for the birds, yo! Even if it was absolutely perfect!