Monday, May 14, 2007
The Sweetest Day
There's nothing quite like waking up to the careful shuffle of not-so-little feet sidling up to my bedside at 6:50 in the morning. As I groggily peeled open my eyelids I saw the cutest thing - my 7 year old holding a bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios, filled almost to the rim with milk.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mommy" he whispered, so as not to awaken his 2 year old sister snoring softly next to me. "I've got a glass of milk that I can bring up for you too when you're done."
That was how my Mother's Day 2007 began. And then he let me and my daughter sleep-in until 8:30.
I think that was the first time I ever got breakfast in bed! So even though Dad was away, my little guy had all the bases covered, including a lovely bouquet of tissue flowers and a card that made me cry.
There's a very lucky little girl out there who's in for a treat in about 20 years.
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