This blog was written by my co-editor Cheryl Clemens:

The other night was a typical one in our house.

I left work at 5:30, picked up Rosie at an after-school activity at 6, swung by the house to pick up Lucy and headed to the station to wait for my husband’s train. (Once in a while all three of us Clemens girls like to pick up Dad together.)

Back at home, Lucy started making spaghetti for dinner, Rosie began her homework and Dan and I changed for a quick date at the gym.

Finally back at home at 8, we all sat on the couch together. I was sweaty and starving, exhausted, overwhelmed thinking about all I had to do before bed and guilty for having left the girls to go to the gym.

That’s when Rosie leaned over, sniffed my hair and smiled.

“Mama, you smell just like a freshly made Build-a-Bear,” she told me, then put her head on my shoulder.

Seems I was obsessing about everything except the gift in front of me — three of my four wonderful family members, settled onto the couch spending a few quiet moments together.

Up until then I think I was the only one worrying because it was such a “crazy” night. To everyone else, it was just a night and they were taking it in stride.

I exhaled, put my feet up and let everything else go. You know, it’s not every night I get to smell like Build-a-Bear.