Dan made breakfast for breakfast and breakfast for dinner. They made me presents at school and I set up the hammock Dan bought me right in the middle of the living room so it wouldn’t get rained on.
We read stories on it all morning, mostly Mo Willems. Wanda’s turn. Then Wanda’s turn. Then Wanda’s turn. Then Magoo.
He said, “My turn,” handing me a copy of Hooray for Amanda and Her Alligator.
“Do you want me to read this book to you?”
He cuddled up sheepishly.
“I wasn’t really listening when you read it to Wanda.”
Love that boy. Love them all. Mother’s Day morning makes me want to have babies forever. And then Mother’s Day afternoon and evening make me want to throw them all in the brig and drink things Mormons really shouldn’t drink.
But Dan’s putting them away and I’m back on the hammock, remembering the good morning vibe and the sweetness and knowing that every morning comes with a reset button and more breakfast.
I hope your Mother’s Day was lovely!