Dear Josh, Kirsten, Aaron, & Dayton,

You have no idea how it makes me feel to see all of you almost squabble over who gets to help mommy. When it's time to cook each day you each go scrambling for your stools and run over to the counter to help. To be honest, it's a lot harder to do with all of you at one time. This is one of the reasons why each of you has "your day". On that day you each know it's your turn to be my special helper. Some days though you can't help yourselves & you all want to help. How long this will last I don't know, but I want you to know how much I treasure it and each of you.  Love, Mommy