Yesterday morning, I was dozing, lazily, in bed while the kids were watching PBS and Brad was off to an interview. "Just a few more minutes, then I'll get up and get them ready for school." Yeah, we've all thought that, and TWENTY minutes later, I'm woken up by:
"Good morning Mommy! We made you breakfast!"
Perched on my bed are my two sweet darlings, pajamma clad, with an "All Star Sports" breakfast tray (Olie bought it at a garage sale with his own money) sandwiched between them. On the tray is a bowl of romaine lettuce, with "Goldfish" brand pretzels sprinkled in (that came from Olie's snack at church the day before), a piece of bread folded over an enormous chunk of swiss cheese, Thousand Island salad dressing, and a full glass of Kool-Aid.
My children had worked together, had COOPERATED, on a project of love for me. Now, THAT'S a perfect Mom's day present.
As I type this, my two darlings are preparing a breakfast for their father. They're trying to decide which dressing he'll like. And they've combined the rest of the hot cocoa I made them this morning into a cup for him. With a few marshmallows.
Father's Day came early this year in the Kibler household. Here's to those that make it special, to those that make us Mothers and Fathers. There should be a "Darling Daughter's Day" and "Stupendous Son's Day". Here here!
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The big question is, did you really eat the food?
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