After a long day at work yesterday I decided to go to the club and work out. I hurriedly changed into my gym clothes, threw some cash on the kitchen counter and asked Sophia to go to the grocery store to get us something for dinner as I raced out the door. Ninety minutes later I returned home welcomed by  the mouth watering smell of homemade pizza wafting through the house and the sight of Sophia, Mark, Eva and Cheryl hovering around the stove. I walked in the door just as the kids were taking the pie out of the oven. Eva saw me first and exclaimed, “Mom, you gotta take a look at  this masterpiece!” And a masterpiece it  was. Gorgeous. They were so proud of themselves. Each kid had a role. Sophia made the crust, Cheryl and Eva layered the sauce and cheese and Mark made the salad. What a team and what great kids I have. It was cause for celebration. Eva broke out the bottle of sparkling apple cider she had been saving from last week that  the orthodontist gave  her when she got her braces off. It was a joyful event. I love summer.