May 14, 2012
Every birthday and Mother's Day I pretend I am surprised to get breakfast in bed, but it really isn't a surprise since this tradition goes back to when I lived at home and did this for my parents or they did it for me (my sister did it for my mom yesterday). Nevertheless, for my little ones, I stay in bed because they tell me they have a surprise. They even send one of them to in to my room to make sure I don't get up. I love this tradition of ours.
This time around, I got fresh made waffles. That was a surprise because we didn't have a waffle maker, so I thought I was just getting pancakes. Ben and the girls made buttermilk waffles, along with a kitty cat onion creature and an ant grape creature. Of course, I got a whole book of love notes made by my girls. It was the sweetest part.
I am hardly deserving of having such sweet children. They are the most forgiving people I know and I am so glad to be their mother.