Pums on Saturday.

Feeling low... my heart hurts... and for some reason it fell to my stomach.

But I wake the babies up from their naps. My son and I sit on the couch and eat a plum together. I play mama bird and bite off little pieces for him to pick off the plate. He thinks this is great fun. "More! More Pum Mommy. More!"

My heart still hurts... but it has lifted.

Pums. I think we'll have pums again tomorrow. Pums make me smile.

I love you. My son. My daughter. My family.