"Random" Is My Middle Name

Last night I shared with Peyton that something was burdening my heart and would likely give me nightmares. She was appropriately appalled, and then she instantly brightened and said in her customarily sweet, eleven-year-old innocence, "Oh well, Mom, you just need to fill your mind with unicorns and butterflies and you'll have sweet dreams." Sawyer and I both burst out laughing, and I laughed even harder when Sawyer said, "That was so . . . random!" Unicorns and butterflies; I so dearly love my sweet, sweet Peyton.