I hear Rob teaching Connor the fine art of making toast and English muffins. Okay, I hear him say, that's enough butter. Connor knows his mom's weakness for butter... I hear them searching the cupboards for a tray to put my breakfast on, complete with flowers and key lime pie yogurt for an appetizer. Connor was so serious as he carried my breakfast in to me, smiling bashfully. This is new ground for him.
Justin woke up while I was eating breakfast, and snuggled in with me to share the best strawberry jelly toast ever. I asked him if he wanted to share some of my scrambled eggs, and he leaned over, took a whiff, and said,"Your eggs smell like my toots." OK, he has a point there. I was cracking up. Can't yell at the kid for telling the truth.
We are all showered and dressed for church, some of us grudingly wearing shirts with collars instead of Spider Man clothes. This has been a morning to remember. Thanks, honey.
By the way, I read something funny in a book called Kisses of Sunshine for Moms. Mothers of boys will relate to it:
A boy saw a sign in the window of a local business that said "Boy Wanted." The boy grabbed the sign and went in to ask the owner what kind of boy he was looking for. The man told him a clean-cut, well-spoken boy who is obedient and can follow directions the first time. The boy scoffed in disgust and said, "You don't want a boy. You want a girl."
Happy Mother's Day to all my friends!