Spring break is still almost two months away but that hasn't stopped the offers from pouring in. Already Nina has called to see if Chris and I want to bring the kids to Jamaica for a brief getaway. Mel and Griffin have tossed out the idea of the two families getting together somewhere. We've thought about simply staying home or going up to the cabin in Minnesota, but at this time of year there's always the possibility of a late winter blizzard so that's probably not the best choice. Either that or it will be so mild, most outdoor activities will be too messy to try, with melting snow and thin ice.

Today its Candace who's calling to see if we want to come to Abilene for the week in March. "Brandy and Tristan would love seeing you guys and so would Steve and me."

"What about the baby," I tease.

"Oh Luke would love the attention. Him and Bella can get to know one another, they are cousins after all," she reminds me of another branch to our twisted family tree. It's easy to forget Steve and Chris are half brothers but Gene Gaines was father to both of them. Wouldn't a psychologist have a blast with us?

"And Steve and Chris can argue the whole time, it'll be a blast," I reply.

"Someone's in a mood today. What's wrong this time?"

"Nothing's really wrong," I tell her and realize I'm being truthful. In fact things have been pretty darn smooth the past few days. Chris is a little preoccupied both with his preparations for the MusiCares benefit and a few other shows that are coming up soon, and with Craig leaving for Europe. But we've made the plans to bring the kids along with us to California next week so thats something.

But I realize that I hate what Candace just asked: whats wrong this time? As if there's always something wrong in my life. It might seem that way lately but we're trying to mend fences. Sometimes its just slow going and sometimes we slip backwards but its not for lack of effort.

"Okay, I'm going to take your word for it this time, Morgan. Just remember when it concerns Chris, just take a deep breath and count to ten. I promise it really does help." She gives a chuckle and then reminds me, "Think about spring break. We'd love to have y'all out here at the ranch."

I promise to talk it over with Chris and get back to her. And as I hang up the phone, I find I'm reaching for my purse and jacket. I'm going to do better than take a breath and count to ten, I'm going to go find my husband and see if he wants some company.