“Mommy, mommy, wake up!” Ken cried, running into my room and jumping on the bed.

I groaned and rolled over, pushing him off of me. “Oh, Ken, it is too early for this.”

“But it is a big day,” he cheered.

Sighing, I blinked the sleep from my eyes and sat up. Other than Ken, the bed was empty.

“Where is your father?” I asked.

Ken shrugged. “Getting ready.”

“Getting ready for what?” I asked, smiling at him. ...