I knew from the moment I got up this morning, (10 am, thank you very much, my sweet, magnificent, angel of a husband for keeping the girls sequestered in the far northwestern corner of the house while they went about their incredibly loud, early morning shenanigans. I’ll get you back once we have three on the outside, I promise.) that it was going to be one of those days that I would look back on for the rest of my life. The feel of the pillowcase on my face as I luxuriated in bed while Sean put the girls down for a nap, the quality of the light pouring through the kitchen window as I helped myself to a small, but sinfully brilliant cup…