So about 6 weeks ago my mother-in-law died and for the last month every Saturday my husband and drive out to her house and clean as much as we can until we're both exhausted and angry.

When I got home today there was a gift from my Secret Santa containing my two figures from my favorite tv show and a graphic novel I'm been meaning to get for nearly a year. But most importantly my Secret Santa gave me an evening to remember that I have a life of my own and that's the most precious gift I could get right now.