I did not plan on posting anything this Mother's Day-mostly because there is nothing that could top our homecoming last year on you guessed it-Mother's Day. I wish that I could have somehow captured Boy O traipsing into our bedroom this morning at 5:47 am, completely dressed, coat and boots on, scissors in hand, nudging Daddy O awake. I had no idea until I was nudged awake myself a half hour later that Boy O had been intent on cutting me a few of my favorite tulips from the garden and making me my favorite breakfast, poached eggs on English muffins with Canadian bacon and Bearnaise sauce. How lovely!
He was so excited to wake up Baby O so I could open the card they had decorated and the beautiful butterfly brooch they both picked out just for me.
Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommy's out there!