Today our little Wiggy turns 8. For our kids birthday parties we have chosen gift exchanges instead of guests bringing presents. So today Wiggy's guests will bring a yard or two of fabric to exchange with each other. Every birthday we decorate the kids door. PAGE 238 in my book, you can read all about it. Normally DIK pulls up his pinterest account and plans, strategizes, organizes, color coordinates and does the decorating. He's always so proud of his work I have to take a picture of him in front of the kid's door. This year he is sound asleep on an airplane home. Which I found out on our way home from Maine what his experience is like. We had eight seats for our flight home from Maine, we fly out of Boston because we don't have to transfer planes (no explanation needed). Anyway, two of our tickets were in first class. David got our tickets while I played Simon-Says with the kids at the airport. He handed them out and said. "We have two in the front." I said, I will take those, who wants to sit with me. Teddy (smart kid) raised his hand. I got on the plane, sat in David's seat and the flight attendant said, "You aren't David." It took a second for this this sink in. The flight attendant wasn't holding the seating list, SHE KNEW MY HUSBAND BY NAME! (I know I've gotten off topic from my Sweet little girl's birthday, but I gotta tell this story). So Teddy and I sit in 1st class, we enjoy a nice dinner, hot towels, unlimited snacks and drinks. I even hand out my book to someone, it's great. I've sat in first class before, but this time it felt different. DIK comes up and smirks at me, "Are you enjoying this?" I put my hands on both of his hips, because I'm not spending one ounce of energy to stand up, and I say (with lots of love in my voice) . . . . "I DON'T EVER WANT TO HEAR YOU ARE TIRED WHEN YOU COME HOME FROM A TRIP." He smiles his big cheezy grin as the flight attendant says, "Hello David how are you tonight?" He knows not to say a word and just keeps headin' into the bathroom. So I did the decoration. I know Wiggy will be jacked because I had that little canvas bag to hang on her door and I scrounged up $8 to put in the bag. Continued . . .