The Apocalypsies—well, the world didn’t end in 2012 and I’m so glad! Because we all have oodles more stories to tell, and I can’t wait to read them.
And always, my family, who let me dream, explore, and get into lots of mischief; my in-laws, who are endlessly generous with their babysitting time and help; and my puggles, who are only slightly more obedient than Never, but I love them anyway.
My impish Schmidtlets, I could write a whole book about how much I love you … and if I did, you’d insist the last words be: “And fireworks!” (Dear Readers, I have no idea why … It’s just a Schmidtlet Storytime Rule.)
Lastly, St. Matt—You’re pretty cute in that halo. I love you.
And fireworks!