Most Saturdays, I'm home relaxing and spending time with the girls. We go to the park, paint, watch movies, bake and all kinds of different activities. These are the reasons that Saturday is my favorite day of the week. This Saturday however, I'm anything but relaxed. The girl's birthday is tomorrow making them officially two years old and I still have a lot of shopping to do for their party. There is also the fact that Mason insisted he comes along to help me out. Although I was excited to be shopping for the party, I'm worried about being alone with Mason for a few hours. It's not that I don't trust him, I'm worried about the effects he tends to have over me. My body betrays me every time he's around, whether it's a blush, clammy hands, a racing heart or a slight stroke when it's time to
