Sweet Girl

It was supposed to be icy overnight/this morning in Brenham, so James and I decided I'd go ahead and come into Houston last night.  (I have some meetings today that I absolutely CANNOT miss--great things happening in PPCD!)  Anyway, Kayci was very upset at the change in plans and cried quite a bit.  At one point, she asked me if I'd packed my bag yet, and I told her which bag.

This morning as I was getting dressed I noticed an envelope in the bag, "To:  Mommy."

If you don't read kindergartener, it says (the hearts are actually o's--her new thing!):
"I mad this for you. I love you mommy. Love Kayci, yor dodr."

I've gotta run--Grandpa and Noble are downstairs arguing over who can hold the hot malt o' meal.  Hope Grandpa wins...