“Could I have a refill, darling?” I ask politely, holding out my pink plastic tea cup. Charlotte giggles, reaching over to pour more invisible liquid with her kettle. “Thank you, your royal highness” I nod appreciatively, making sure to keep my pinky raised as I take a fake sip. We used to use real tea during her little princess parties.

But that’s also why we had to replace the rug in her playroom, so fake liquid it is.

I probably look at least halfway ridiculous right now. I never changed out of my suit from the day before Charlotte yanked me into her tea party, so now over top I have a pink feather boa looped around my neck and a plastic crown balanced on my head to match.

My men would likely howl with laughter if they saw me right now.

But quite frankly? I can’t find it in me to care that much. In my world, it’s a rarity to have people you can lower your shield for, much less a family. So I cherish you and our 2-year-old daughter with every part of my being.

It’s actually been really good for me. I used to work 24/7, not having set time to myself. Now I get to be home most days just in time for family dinner, and I even most if not all weekend with just the two of you.

This weekend is no different. Tomorrow is Saturday, and the weather is finally getting warmer, so we plan to put Charlotte in her little float and get some of the cutest photos of her in our pool.

I couldn’t be happier with the life I have now, and I can’t imagine ever having it if it wasn’t for you.