I told my kids this morning that I think I’ll turn 31 every day because I really enjoyed the special treatment. This morning was the first time I ever had the joy of my children bringing me breakfast in bed. They have been planning this for weeks. My oldest even saved a wet nap that he had gotten at a restaurant for this express purpose, thinking it would be a nice touch after a meal in bed. I love their thoughtfulness.
And The Pastor was good enough to take their pictures while they made the breakfast. He also took pictures of them bringing it to me in bed, pictures which I will spare you of, due to my vanity.
They all piled on the bed and sat around me and watched me eat my breakfast, saying, “I love you Mom,” and “Happy birthday Mom” as many times as possible. My oldest said to me, “Mom, there are many reasons you are the crown jewel in this house (along with Dad I mean). You made us be born, you cook dinner for us all the time and (this was my personal favorite), there are so few girls in our house that you are the only one — girls are very rare so we honor you.”
What mother wouldn’t just about faint after hearing that? I love these boys. Boys rock.
You will never hear me complain that God gave me all boys. (Though you still might hear me cursing the state of their bathroom and such things.) I am very blessed.