... If you live in North America, or Australia, or many other places in the world. But it is Mothers Day if you live in the UK. And call me shallow, but I love it.
I don't ask for a lot for Mothers Day, in fact for me it is not about gifts that money can buy but about the small wonderful things that your kids can do that just make you smile all the more. Oh, and the fact that himself is ace at making me the best breakfast in bed going. I kid you not. I've blogged about it before, but his smoked salmon eggs benedict is amazing!
Then there are the homemade cards. My girls are funny because they can never make up their mind what design to go with so I get more than one from each of them. I like that.
Emily made me laugh particularly hard this year as she had typed this out on the computer and then taped it in one of her cards.
There was a lovely box of chocolates, and some homemade presents - a bracelet, a little pouch with handmade soaps in it and a dream catcher.
Best of all was the big family cuddle in bed, and the laughter. Which peaked when Helen got the trebuchet she made in school last year and used it to fire wet cotton balls at Emily. Between that and the party poppers they set off my bedroom is going to take some serious cleaning up tomorrow but I don't care because it was worth it.
The last gesture from the girls today is this cake that they made with absolutely no assistance from me at all. Their Auntie Francine is going to be sooooooo proud (my best friend in Canada is a professional cake maker and taught them all they know).
|There's a chocolate cake hiding under that beautiful exterior.|