Ouch.

Jeremiah's teeth have been bothering him. We've been saving since his 1st birthday for braces, so i chalked it up to the shifting teeth coming in and going out of his mouth. I got suspicious when it hurt him to eat. A closer look, the problem was evident....a dark spot on a back molar. Yuck...a cavity. The poor kid was born with bad teeth! Enamel didn't form properly and what little was there, was damaged by lots of antibiotics as a toddler. Therefore, his teeth are very soft and prone to decay regardless of how well he brushes.
I called a new dentist who graciously worked us in. Since we're in a different part of town, I decided to try someone closer to us. New place, new face, a little uncertainty for my big guy. After a small hour and a half wait, we saw the dentist. I could tell from the x-rays that it looked bad. The cavity had gone incognito....decay running rampant under a tooth sealed with white filling. On the outside it looked ok. The inside was being eaten alive. Next to that bad tooth was another problem and like the first, the offense was taking place under the gum line. His 6 yr. molar (a permanent tooth) had positioned itself sideways and was coming in at an angel. As it moved closer to breaking through, it was eroding the roots of the baby molar next to it....2 of 3 roots gone and nerve almost exposed. The Dentist said he should do an emergency extraction of the teeth since they were damaged and would eventually fall out anyway. I took a deep breath. OK. The dentist and nurses began hustling around asking all sorts of questions about anesthesia, drug allergies, when was the last time he ate....Whoa. "So, I will just schedule a time to come back tomorrow?" (after all, it was now six p.m.) "No mam, we're gonna get this bad boy out now before it abscesses." Gulp. Wow. Ok, well, here goes nothing.

"J-man. Do you understand what's going on?" I asked. "Umhmm. My tooth has a cavity and he needs to clean the bad part up. My tooth needs to get fixed now, right Momma? "

"Yeah, buddy. But to fix it, they are gonna take it out so that it won't hurt you anymore. And they are going to take it out in just a minute. Can you be brave for me?"

"Sure. But why can't he just clean it and put a filling in it?" he offered.
"Because it's too sick. It's rotten on the inside and another tooth is pushing on it. The dentist will pull it out for you."
"Ok. But will it hurt?" "
"yes, I'm afraid it will hurt a little. But I will be right here and I will be praying for you to be tough." I said. How I hate to see my kids hurt. Even more, I hate to see them afraid.

Tentatively, we walked to a more specialized room, hooked him up to some gas and began the local anesthesia. When those big honking shots came out, I got a bit weak kneed! Thankfully, the nurse called me out to sign something. Since when did I become such a wuss??!!! I mean, I dream of being a nurse! I love to watch gross medical shows on TLC and Discovery. What in the world is wrong with me? It's just a little blood from teeth being pulled. But it wasn't that it was just a little blood....it was HIS BLOOD...my son's blood. And it was my baby in that chair whimpering in pain. OHHHH, Heather Sachs! You better suck it up and get your rear end back in that room. Now put your big-girl panties on and deal with this!!!!!
I rushed to his side and grabbed his hand from the nurses. He was moaning in pain. "Here. Grab my hand, Jeremiah. Squeeze me as tight as you can when it hurts." (well, maybe not that hard) Do you want me to say a verse for you??? "Yes! NOW!" he muttered. OK. Phil 4:13
"You can do all things through Christ who makes you strong." Prov. 18:10 "The name of the Lord is a strong-tower. The righteous run to it and they are safe." On and on we went until it was over. And I sighed with relief.

"OW. Ow. It still hurts, mama." I know, son. I know. But you were so brave and it's over now! I am so very proud of you. God was right here with us even in the pain, Jeremiah.

"I wish they didn't have to hurt me." I know. But it was the only way. It looked normal on the outside except for a little spot, but inside it was eaten with decay. It had to be taken out completely.

"You know what, momma. It's kinda like sin. It's ugly and it makes you feel bad." You're exactly right, Jeremiah! It is like sin. We can look ok and perform ok, but we are dying on the inside because the sin is eating our hearts away. And it took a lot of hurt. A whole lot of hurt to get rid of it. It took God sending His only Son Jesus, to die in our place for our sin. That hurt God and Jesus an awful lot. He took the pain so we didn't have to pay for our sin.

"I am glad God loves us that much." Me too, buddy. Me too. "Momma. Does this mean the tooth fairy comes tonight?" (oopps! GASP!) Yes, it sure does! (what in the world! I have no cash. I've got to start keeping some for these situations. Gosh, you'd think we'd learn....exhibit A "confessions of a rookie tooth fairy)

With a half grin, and a mouth packed with bloody gauze, we went on our way. The pain hung around for a while. And in the midst of it, he came and hugged me. He. Thanked. Me. My child, there hugging and thanking me for taking him to the dentist.

I wish I could thank my Father in the midst of my pain. Trusting Him with blind abandon that He knows what He's doing even though it hurts bad. Resting, not resisting the Almighty God I call Father and His Son who calls me His friend. Yes. I hope one day, I will learn to be thankful even for the pain.

"For without the shedding of blood, there can be no forgiveness of sins." ~Hebrews 9:22 " God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts to us in our pain...."~ C.S. Lewis

I feel full.

Do you ever just feel full? Not like, "i overate at thanksgiving" full, but full of gratitude? Thankfulness.? Blessed and perplexed by the grace of God poured out over you?

I don't always feel this way in my sin and selfishness, but tonight I do. I am overwhelmed at the thought that Christ redeemed me. He bought me with a price while I was yet still a sinner. I am blown away at how He has not given me what I deserved, but instead given me abundant life and life to the full!
I am amazed that in spite of some really stupid choices I made in my youth, the Lord protected me and blessed me with the Godliest man I've never known. Not Godly because he is perfect, but because he's courageous enough to face the sin and crap in his life and fall before the throne of grace in his time of mercy and need. I am amazed at work the Lord has done in our marriage....how He redeems what "the locusts have eaten"....and heals the broken places.
I am in awe at the beautiful, healthy children running around our house....the sound of feet on the wood floors we once thought we'd never hear.
I am full of thanksgiving for my family that has given me such Godly heritage and whom I am so proud of....who continues to show courage in the face of much opposition and who each faithfully walks with the Lord.
I am so very full of gratitude for our new church and our Pastor who shepherds us so faithfully and challenges us week after week.
I am so thankful for dear dear friends that pray with me, laugh with me, cry with me and go through "life" with me.

Yes. I feel very full tonight and just wanted to leave myself this "crumb" for the path, if you will. For I know all to well that feelings are fickle and self pity, fear and doubt will all wage war against me tomorrow and I want to remember this moment of feasting in the abundance of His goodness.
I want to close with a verse from my favorite song...it's my mantra, I guess. The Passion band performs my favorite version of it...Praise to the Lord the Almighty:


Praise to the Lord who over all things so wondrously reigneth....
Shelters me under His wings He so gently sustaineth....
And has thou not seen, How every desire has been....
granted in what He ordaineth.....Hallelujah. Hallelujah....Hallelujah.

Fourth, but not forgotten!

Happy Birthday Baby Jud!
My dear sweet fourth-born, how you have stolen the hearts out of all of our chests! Your smile lights up the room and brings joy to every face in our family. I know, I know. Everyone says that about their child. But you, little one, are extra special. From the day we found out about you, you have been a daily reminder of God's faithfulness. His grace. His promise to bring beauty from ashes and gladness instead of mourning.
I remember the day i drove myself back to the high-risk pregnancy clinic. My heart was still, quiet, pondering the emotions running through my mind. Was it too good to be true? Another little person to welcome into our family? Or would we know the pain of loss again. Up to that point, we were 3 for 7. Seven babies conceived-three surviving to draw breath apart from me. For us, the Lord stores up lots of prayer support before our babies are even born. And so we begin to pray for life. For your life. I was studying Romans, and the verse that jumped out to me was Romans 15:13 "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope." I claimed it over and over.
The weekly doctors visits showed continued growth and as the Lord knit you together in my womb, you knit yourself in my heart. Daddy and I were excited to welcome either a baby boy or girl. But in our hearts, we hoped for a son. I'll never forget the first ultrasound picture of you...you were like 7 weeks gestational age. Your dad was striking up conversation with a hopeful grandmother in the waiting room of the doctors office. After seeing your little heart beat for the first time, we were over the moon. Dad was so excited he almost left one of the 20 pictures on the table in the waiting area. As we were leaving, the expectant grandmother said almost prophetically,"don't forget the picture of your son!" Our hearts smiled.

We haven't stopped smiling.
Your brother and sister were ecstatic about your upcoming arrival. We found out you were a boy on Jeremiah's first day of kindergarten. We went out to eat at Wings and came home to surprise them with the news. Jeremiah hoped for a brother. Ellie hoped for a sister to name Sally. And Saddler, well, Saddler just really really wanted a dog. (But no worries! She now loves you soo much that she wants to marry you.) Joy. Pure joy was what we felt at the news we would have a son. I cried tears of happiness and your brother and sisters cheered.

The days flew by and the time drew near for you to come. Your due date was January 8-same as your big sister's. But like her, we didn't think you'd make it til then. Against medical advice, we decided to celebrate Christmas in Guntersville. (The dr. told me not to go without towels and a bulb syringe b/c I'd never make it to a hospital) We prayed you'd hold out at little longer. We held our breath until we reached Birmingham city limits on the evening of the 26th. You would know- at midnight, my water broke and you were on your way. Milma and Aunt Tegan hurried down to be with us and we heard your sweet cry at 6:43 a.m. Long night. Lots of laughter and tears. And the sweetest bundle of joy was placed in my arms. Everyone was thrilled.

Judson Simeon. Quite a namesake! Judson-coming from my favorite missionary Adnirom Judson. And Simeon-a biblical name inspired by the righteous and devout man of faith whose eyes longed to see the Messiah. Thus your name embodied our prayer for you...for your heart to desire to bring the hope of the gospel to the ends of the earth; and like Simeon in Luke 2, that your eyes would long to see Jesus.

The doctors and nurses were great at the hospital! They would come visit our room just to laugh at the chaos of our little big family! Your brother and sisters were entertainment for the entire labor and delivery floor and it was very hard for Ellie to go home without you that night. But we needed a little more time. On the evening before we were to be discharged, you didn't eat well and your little body temp kept dropping. As usual, we opted to let you have a slumber party in the nursery so we could rest and that turned out to be providential. A little after midnight the nurses ran in our rooms, turned on the lights and urged us to quickly get dressed. You were stripped down and in a transport cart. You had stopped breathing and your little heart had stopped. Confused and exhausted, we rushed to the NICU. And never in my life have I felt so incredibly helpless. I can still hardly look at the pics of you with needles and wires and not cry! It was the scariest night of my life. We sat vigil by your "pod" stroking your little head and hoping for the chance to hold you in our arms. I think I wore a hole in the carpet by your bed rocking and praying....rocking and singing....rocking and reading God's word to you. I cried. A lot. Especially when Jeremiah would pray for you "to not die" and beg for you to be healed and for your little heart to strengthen. Hours turned to days and the days seemed to last a week and finally, on January 5th we brought you home!! Turned out you had really bad reflux and it was easy to treat. You came home hooked up to a machine that monitored your heart rate and breathing and although all the beeps drove us crazy, we were thankful nonetheless! You came home surrounded by love and no one could get enough of you! Ellie was like another little momma and jeremiah would hold you and tell you all that he was going to teach you. So sweet!


When you were 8 weeks old,we moved to a new house. Aghhh! You were a champ! You were such a good eater and slept great. You stayed in your bassinet right beside my bed until you were almost 6 months old....my friend Misty joked that you were gonna sit up and walk right out of there one day.BUT. It didn't seem to bother you much. You had no real schedule....ballet and and baseball, soccer and swimming lessons...always on the go. So much for nap times and room times and all those other "times" a fit mother might offer her child. But I believe you're better for it! You have no milestones recorded in a book and I don't have a clue when you ate your first foods or sat up or rolled over. As for your favorite toys...you really like the water bottles in the pantry and you love to climb in the dishwasher. Toilet paper provides endless fun for you and crayons make great teething props. You have no age appropriate toys and seem blissfully happy anyhow.

I do remember that I nursed you for the last time over thanksgiving and I cried. And the next day, you took your first steps. You won't keep shoes on your feet to save your life and I love kissing your chubby toes. My favorite time with you is rocking you before your nap or before bedtime. If I sing, you clap and sign "more". God love you! And you bestow wet kisses on us all. Yes, Jud, your first year of life has been a delight. You have brought new life and hope and joy to us all. I can't believe its been a year. ...Well, actually like 13months. (and we still haven't given you a party) Oh well. Happy Late Birthday Jud-Bud! You are such a gift to us!

We love you dearly!

You've Come a Long Way, Baby!

My "Narnian Princesses"

Ode to Ellie

Reader Beware: This post contains boring material that may not make sense and will probably only be worthwhile to my daughter one day.


Sweet Ellie-girl,
How I enjoyed our time together today! There was really nothing fancy about our day other than the fact that you were such a delight to me. You had a great day at school today and promptly reported that not only did you not "lose any bears" or have to miss recess, you also didn't have to be sent to your seat during carpet time!. I am so proud. And you were proud as well...it showed in the way you walked-head held high, deliberate steps, and a sweet contentment swept across your face. I love the greeting you give baby Jud as soon as you're picked up from school! You immediately stop to tickle, kiss, or in a silly voice tell him that "his Ellie girl is back" not minding one bit that the carpool line is piling up as you entertain our little guy. I love how you shared your "pilgrim and Indian" puppets with Saddler today...your highly fashionable Pilgrim girl complete with "beautiful pink shoes" :) I love your attention to details, Ellie. I loved how you volunteered to teach Saddler everything you've learned in school and ballet. You're a natural at both.

Today after school we went to Wendys for an afternoon snack and set out to get flowers to plant for our thanksgiving guests. Upon realizing that your sister managed to get to the car with no shoes, you gladly volunteered to go back inside the house to retrieve her red clogs while she filled her little belly with chocolate frosty. At the nursery, You were so eager to help-and even collected acorns off the ground for no other reason than "that they would be a wonderful centerpiece!" You pulled the wagon around filling it with pansies, and patiently allowed Saddler to think she was "helping" as she assisted you in pushing. Once we were back at home, you sat right by me as I fed Judson his bottle, all the while rubbing and kissing his head telling me yet again how much you love our baby and how glad you are that God gave us THIS baby brother. It melts my heart to see you dote over him. As you took a turn holding him, I took the chance to tell you what a wonderful little mommy you will be one day. You were born to "mother"....dragging around a naked babydoll from the time you could tote something. It's much more fun now, to drag around Judson...your own real life doll. After putting him to bed for a nap, it was time to plant. What a little cheerleader you were....even slipping on your jeans so you could be like me! (only you added a sparkle shirt and fuchsia boots of course.) Will you always want to be like me? Sometimes I shudder at the thought of what I'm passing down to you...my harsh tone, my impatience, my mountain dew habit?? Oh how my heart longs for you to be like Jesus! And for me to be a mother that reflects Him more clearly.

You were a trooper today...Dora gardening gloves and all. :) We managed to get our little flowers into their respective pots and you loved it! Especially creating a pattern as you laid out the plants. The sun set far too soon on our afternoon and the baby cried (thanks to Jeremiah hitting a ball into his window) and supper beckoned. Off to Publix for a chicken. You wanted to go so bad, yet i needed you to stay and play with Judson while daddy talked to Uncle Big O. You clung to my legs begging to go with me and I protested. You're the best at keeping watch over your brother and secretly, I feel much better when you're around. Anyway, after tucking him in Dad's arms, I decided to jump on the opportunity to run a quick errand with you. And I am so glad I did. "Turn on Taylor Swift, Momma. I like the princess song." (You and I are closet Taylor Swift fans and we love to jam out in the van!) Over and over we listened to "Lovestory" and I watched your pretty little profile in the rear view mirror. Your so little. So very petite. Yet so grown up at the same time. We breezed through the grocery store and came home with a chicken and your favorite-blueberry Eggo's. On the way home, it was Taylor Swift again and the last song gripped my heart. Its called the Best DAy and I think it was made for us. You liked this part best so I'll write it here for you the 2 of us to remember. I love you, Ellie girl. I had the best day with you today....You have my heart! I'm so proud of you. Love, Momma.

I'm 5years old its getting cold I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you I run and run
past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides look now the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you're not scared of anything at all
don't know if snow white's house is near or far away
but i know I had the best day with you today

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there is a video I found from way back when I was three
you set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me
its the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs
daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

now i know why all the leaves change in fall
i know you were on my side even when i was wrong
and i love you for giving me your eyes
staying back and watching me shine and i didn't know if you knew
so i'm taking this chance to say that i had the best day with you today.

Confessions of a Rookie Toothfairy!!

It's been a big week at the Sachs' house! Jeremiah lost his first tooth!!!!! Woooo whoooo!! This was cause for much celebration because the poor child has been fretting for the last two years as to when he would actually lose a tooth! He even prayed on the night before he turned 7 that for his birthday, God would let him lose his tooth. Sweet boy! Well, he finally did....he might be the last one in his class to have a vacancy in his mouth, but not anymore! AND, I didn't even know what was going on. In the midst of me helping Ellie with homework, he walks out with the prize in his hands! "Mom! MOm! MOOMM! You'll never believe this. Look.!!!!" (I think he was as shocked as I was.)
Homework was paused for a moment as we jumped up and down and called everyone we thought might remotely care to know a tooth was gone and then it hit me.... That was the same little tooth that I saw poking through his swollen gums just before his 1st birthday. That tiny pearl colored nub-the one that came in as crooked as you could imagine-was now in my hands. I was surprised that I was sad! Well, sentimental. It just marked the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Until this week, all my little chicks had mouths full of baby teeth...even Judson is proudly sporting some of his own! Now, its different. My man is growing up and proud to finally have an empty spot in his mouth to prove it! (Nobody warned me about these funny emotions!)

Anyway, Cord and I discussed what we were gonna do - you know, for the "tooth fairy"! (You'd think we'd be more prepared than this, I mean, Gosh! Jeremiah's only lamented it for the last 24 months!) But, of course, no plan was in place. Can I just say that I love the fact that when Cord does something, he really goes all out! No detail left overlooked! :) It's always really special. I tried to keep that wonderful trait in mind when he began suggesting things we should do. (Let me give you a clear picture here, it's like 7:00, no one's eaten diner, homework and baths are still awaiting and I've just left for the grocery store.) Our dialogue went something like this:

Me: "How much do you want to do? How much money should we give him? (we both used to get the occasional silver dollar..."occasional" referring to my childhood-I'll explain in a minute)
Cord: "Oh, I don't know, a dollar maybe?
Me: "A dollar? Noooo, he's waited forever. It's his first, our first - we gotta do a little more."
Cord: "OK. Like 5 or 10?"
Me: "Well, just remember he's got lots more to come! Lets not do something we can't keep up! How about like $3?"
Cord: "Sounds good. But I want to do something special like get him a shiny pebble to trade in for a big prize or put something really different under his pillow, you know. Something special not just boring money."
Me: (God love him.) "Well, at this point, lets just not get complicated! Where on earth will I find a shiny pebble at this time of night and a "prize"???!!
Cord: "That's true. Ok. (sigh) I guess we'll just do money."

As usual, the nightly routine got into a frenzy! Amongst the chaos, there is lots of talk about the nebulous tooth fairy. Uh oh. Here comes the questions!
"What does the tooth fairy look like? Is it a boy or a girl? What do they do with all the teeth they collect in the world? Is she big like Mrs. Claus or little like tinkerbell? What do you think I'll get? Once, Nate got $5 and Carter got money and candy!!"

Uhhh, my brain was just too tired to think on my feet. I decided to comment on his last statement and avoid the questions. I think I went on and on saying how interesting it is to have the tooth fairy give you candy since candy rots your teeth out. A feeble attempt to distract his mind. Long story short, we finally got him to sleep...little tooth in a ziploc tucked safely under his pillow. Ahhh, all was f-i-n-a-l-l-y quiet in the house.
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4:00 a.m.
Thankfully, my eyes opened out of a dead sleep. By the grace of God, I remembered the tooth fairy hadn't come yet!
"CORD! Hurry! You gotta go do the tooth fairy! Oh my Gosh! It would be so sad if we would have forgotten!" I mean, can you imagine?!!

My really groggy husband pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed to get his bearings."Do you have some money for him?"

Money. SHOOT! What in the world was I thinking? I forgot to get cash back at Publix! AGHH!
"I think there's some one dollar bills in the fruit basket." (thank you, papa! you left those on your last visit! Maybe they won't notice they're gone :) !)

Cord stumbles out to the kitchen...he's so loud! I hear his feet shuffling on the hard woods back to our room. He's rambling around in the change tray. What in the world??
"I can't just give him dollars. I gotta give him something more. Three dollars is just not special enough...I'll give him some change too."

"Thanks, babe!" I say as I roll back over -thanking the Lord for waking us up! I couldn't wait to hear how it went! I waited and waited and waited. Then I started to worry. What could be taking so long??? Finally, I hear his feet shuffling back down the stairs and into our room.

"What took you so long? Did it go OK?"" I was dying to know. I should have known by his response as he crawled in bed!
"Whoever invented the d@*% tooth fairy ought to be shot!" he said throwing himself back into bed and yanking up the covers.
"AND no. It didn't go OK!!!"

I gasped and sat straight up in bed. "What happened?"

"Let's just say I fumbled on the delivery. The switch didn't go so well. My gosh, he sleeps with his arm under his pillow! I retrieved the tooth, but then I dropped the money and he woke up. The last minute decision to use change gave me away. Stupid tooth fairy!"

"NOOOOO! Unbelievable. Did he go on back to sleep or did he talk to you?"

"Oh he really woke up!" He said, "what are you doing dad?" I told him I thought I heard a noise and was just checking on him. He felt around under his pillow and got really sad. "Dad, she didn't come! My tooth is gone but she didn't leave me anything!" I just told him to go back to sleep and we'd look in the morning, so he did! The bag of money fell somewhere by the bed and I couldn't get it cause my cover would be blown. Somebody should have told us how complicated this tooth fairy thing was.!"

"All we have to do is put money -or a shiny pebble- under a pillow! How complicated is that? Oh. No. Poor kid! He probably thinks he got the ghetto tooth fairy...stealing his tooth and leaving him with nothing! Pitiful. Once, my tooth fairy left me an I.O.U.! (thanks mom!) Remember that Christmas we got envelopes with our presents written on fluorescent sticky notes tucked inside?! In case you ever wondered, it's a little trick she learned from the tooth fairy!"(love you mom!:))

Cord was laughing so hard, I almost couldn't understand him, but I managed to hear him say what a stupid thing the tooth fairy was. Again! "I mean, think about it! You either picture some grown up old lady in fairy wings sneaking in your room and collecting your teeth or a little fly buzzing around carrying money! What the heck?! It's crazy! AND- we have 4 freakin' kids with at least 30 teeth in each mouth....! Plus, we're supposed to remember to give them money every time someone loses one!? That's crazy! This dumb tooth fairy is gonna get real expensive!" Stupid tooth fairy. This is the dumbest thing ever invented. I'm going to bed. I can't believe I fumbled the delivery."

The next morning, the tooth fairy was grumpy from his first time run, so I let him sleep. I went upstairs to wake up a sad little boy who thought he'd gotten jipped! I suggested he look around in case it fell off the bed in his sleep. Low and behold, the prize was found hidden by the pillows on the floor. I couldn't help but laugh as he proudly took inventory of his loot! "I got 3 whole dollars, 4 quarters and a dime and 2 really dark coins I'm thinking are pennies!! Wow! And there's even some little pieces of tissue and some plastic things in here too! Neat! Ellie, Saddler! Hurry! Come look what the tooth fairy left me!" *************

Bless his heart. A total of $4.12, some tissue scraps and the remnants of an old price tag all dug out of the change tray, no doubt. And he couldn't have been happier. To borrow the MasterCard commercial slogan: 2 tired forgetful parents. 1 rookie tooth fairy. A less than smooth delivery. Some random change and an exuberant little boy believing it all.........PRICELESS!

Oh I love that we are making memories every single day!!! I love that I have these moments to laugh about! And I love that Cord and I both have such loving parents who made our childhood magical and we have the opportunity to pass it on.!! I Love you all!
Now that our tooth fairy has been around the block once, maybe it will go better next time. Would love to hear stories from how your family does it or funny memories from your childhood!
Blessed!
Heather