I am SUCH a lucky woman!

As an example of why this is so, here's my morning:
Mark hauled the kids downstairs, managing to do so without waking me, fixed them their tea, and boiled a couple of eggs for Sam's midmorning school snack. Once the sun was well up, he took them for a stroll around our garden.
Just before he was to leave for work, the three of them came upstairs.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" were the first words I heard, and a bouquet of flowers in the hands of my darling son was my first sight of the day.
"We picked them for you, Mom!"
Does it get better than this?