I feel quite spoiled, pampered, and blessed each Mother's Day when my husband and daughters wait on me. It begins with the traditional breakfast in bed. I lie awake listening to them chatter while the aroma of bacon tortures me. As they approach, I try to appear sound asleep and not shake the bed from giggling so much. French toast, strawberries, bacon, sausage, and juice. The girls serve me and take turns giving me cards and gifts. Following church, Evan usually grills something tasty. This year he made mustard & rosemary-pork tenderloin with twice baked potatoes and steamed veggies. Everything tasted so delicious!
Abby (my girl of few words) wrote sweet notes and taped one to each can of Coke. Each time I took one out of the fridge I grinned just thinking of her. So cute!