Birthday breakfast

Yesterday I was getting ready at the Y when I realized I forgot my dress pants. Of course, this was not at all convenient since I'd have to go back home in order to avoid wearing my sweat pants to work, but it actually turned out to be a good thing. Yesterday was also Jon's birthday. Since I was having to come home anyway, I figured I'd pop upstairs quickly to see if anyone was up yet. After I frantically changed into the pants that were laying out on the couch, I started my way up the stairs. Hearing sweet little voices, I peeked into the kids' rooms but didn't see them. I opened the door to our bedroom to find E and Em sitting in bed with Jon. Em immediately yelled, "We made Daddy breakfast!" I looked past them to see a plate with two plain pieces of toast and a mug full of orange juice. Jon was laying in bed just smiling. The kids couldn't have been prouder. I quickly kissed them all and rushed back out the door. During the drive to work, I too couldn't stop smiling because I too couldn't have been prouder.