Today I was served my first-ever breakfast in bed! It was neither elaborate nor leisurely, but I'll never forget it. Andy got the kids up and dressed, and then they came in and woke me at about 7:15 (Andy readily acknowledged that I'd rather have slept late, but he knew I still had a lot of preparation ahead of me for our annual Mother's Day brunch for the family). They presented a tray, on which was set a plate of rye toast with butter, a big mug of PG Tips, and a tiny vase with a flower. Andy also handed me the Sunday Times, which he admitted was "largely symbolic," since I was surrounded by excited little ones thrusting drawings and cards at me and urging me to eat, drink, and get up already, Mama! Julie was mixed up and kept wishing me a Happy Birthday. Pete made a great card at preschool on which he drew pictures of us playing Sorry! and swinging outside; he also gave me a painted rock made into a pin. Stephanie did numerous pictures and cards and letters for me about all the things she likes about me ("I love when Mom takes me places. I also love when she's happy." "I love it when you keep my secrets.") And Andy gave me two cards, one of which said, "Being a Mom isn't easy. If it was, Dads could do it!" It shows a guy trying to talk on the phone, sort laundry, sweep, write on the calendar, cook, feed the cat, etc.
Then came the brunch, for 30 people! I believe this is the eleventh year in a row we've hosted this family party, and the first time ever that it rained. But the kids didn't seem to mind being cooped up inside. My kids adore the attention they get from their big-kid cousins. There was tons of food, and love all around. It was a beautiful day. Am I lucky, or what?
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