And I'm not just talking about my biological parents, or sweet hubby's, or our godparents, either.
I'm talking about the parents of my kids at school.
(They are mine. I claim them. As much as they drive me crazy, drive each other crazy, drive other teachers crazy....they are mine.)
They organized a baby shower at school so that my kids could help me celebrate Peanut.
There was pizza and cake and games and candy prizes and picture taking and a generous gift card, too.
It was loud and the kids were silly, but I think they were happy, too.
Now, if only the printer would print the thank you notes I've been drafting....