I blew my hands in Cunha around my mouth, to warm my freezing fingers, feeling the coldness of the metal of my wedding ring. "Mommy". I heard Jett giggle. I leaned back against the door frame and watched my wife turn around and laugh as she received a spray of flour from my daughter. This night better be really calm, dammit. I thought. I entered the kitchen. And I looked at my wife. "You're a wonderful mother, you know that?" I whispered in her ear.