Last week we asked you to tell us about your best ever celebration. The winner was Alison Smart from Falkirk.
Enjoy your prize, Alison. A romantic week for two in Paris!
Sunday mornings are for lying in. With two little kinds full of energy it's the only day of the week we get a chance to do it.
But last Sunday was different. The door burst open and in they ran. Euan leapt onto the bed and started tickling us. He's only six, but his tickles are torture. We woke up immediately. Kirsty, who was born one year before her brother, drew the curtains.
'What's going on?' asked Alan. It's not even 8o'clock!' Kirsty smiled at her father and said, 'Surprise!' And then the two of them dashed out of the room.
Two minutes later, they returned carrying a tray with toast, butter, sausages and tea.
'Why are we having breakfast in bed?' I asked. 'It's not Christmas and it isn't Mother's Day, so..'
'You don't know?' said Euan. I shook my head.
'What about you, Dad?'
Kirsty spoke in her schoolteacher's voice, 'Well, it isn't Christmas, or Mother's Day and it isn't anyone's birthday, so what other celebration is there?'
Alan and I looked totally blank. Euan couldn't hold it in. 'It's your avinursery today!' 'Our what?'
'He means it's your wedding anniversary!' explained Kirsty. 'I can;t believe you've forgotten about it!' She looked most offended. 'We saw the date on your wedding photo. You've been married for ten years!' Then Euan said, 'Mummy! Why are you crying? Aren't you having a good time?'
It took a while to convince him I was crying for happiness, but in the end he believed me. We spread the butter on the toast, and we drank our tea. But we didn't eat the sausages. They were still raw on the inside. Then Euan gave us a drawing. I asked him who the people were. Well that's us there and that's granny and grandpa and there's uncle Mick and aunty Babs and your niece Fiona and your nephew Michael, and..
And that's Sheryl! said Kirsty. Sheryl? Euan's girlfriend. She's going to be his wife! Kiesty protested Euan but his sister couldn't resist teasing him. They're going to get married! We hugged them both. The toast went all over the bedclothes. It took us the rest of the morning to clear up the mess the kids had made in the kitchen to do the washing-up, and to vacuum our bed. But it was still the best anniversary ever.