Alright, it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm awake. I woke up to make a bathroom trip and couldn't get back to sleep. My husband will be off to surgery in about 4 hours.

My favorite childhood memory involves my Lola (grandmother), because she was the one who raised me. She was a high-school teacher. And growing up, everytime I get sick, she would send one of her students (the ones who couldn't seem to do enough schmoozing with teachers) to get my favorite take out dishes. It always made me feel very very special.

RIP, Lola!