It’s a Thanksgiving Miracle!!

“OH!!!”

“What?” asks David.

“OH MY GOD!!!“

“What?!?  What is it?” David now sounds a bit panicked.

“Mummy, you’re scaring him,” says Rissa.

“IT’S A MIRACLE!!!  IT’S A THANKSGIVING MIRACLE!!!”  I’m standing in Rissa’s doorway.  My shock is palpable.  I’ve never actually seen this – not while it was actually happening – not in my entire life.  I’m feeling a little swoony.

“SHE’S MAKING HER BED!!!  RIGHT NOW!!“

“OH MY GOD!!!!“

“I KNOW!!!!“

“You told me to make my bed last night,” says Rissa rolling her eyes.

“Yes, but I tell you to make your bed EVERY NIGHT.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.”  I kneel in the doorway, looking up to the heavens to whichever deities made this possible, before rushing in and squeezing her in my proudest maternal hug.  “This means you actually LISTENED to me.”