I am spoiled. {Mom's Day 2011}

This morning I woke up to this. My sweet husband cooked this for me.

He even let the kids sleep in so I could have not only a fabulous meal, but a little "own self time".

Did I ever mention that he has a Bachelors Degree from the Culinary Institute of America in NY?

That omelet made me wanna slap my momma.

But I refrained...it was Mother's Day after all.



He went on to work and left me alone with my food and peace and quiet.

When I finally made my way downstairs I found this on the table.

A Mandavilla for my patio and a really sweet note expressing his gratitude for all I do.

*sigh*

The fact that it is on a Presidents place mat cracks me up.

We are such homeschoolers.



The first kiddo to wake was my Magpie.

Move over Martha Stewart...this girl is on her way.

Remember her photography?

She has the craft gene for sure.

It obviously skips a generation in this family.

Pictured above is a handmade picture frame with our photo in it, bracelets, and keychain.

All handmade Maggie originals.

Even the sweet card she wrote telling me I'm the best mom in the whole world was handmade.

So special that girl of mine.

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Aidan woke up second and his gift to me was a banana served on a paper plate.

"Cause I know you like bananas mom."

That kid is ridiculously cute.

I love his heart.



My mother in law was nice enough to come over and babysit our poodle {long story...involves surgery and possible cancer..can't be left alone right now} so that my family could treat me to a Mother's Day dinner. It was delicious.

These three kiddos will never know the joy they bring to my life. In fact I almost feel like I should celebrate them on this day. They are the reason I do anything. I told them each today that if I had the choice to be anything in this world that I wanted to be, I would not want to be ANYTHING but their mom.



Dessert sampler. I may or may not have eaten that entire cheesecake on my own.



The day ended just as perfectly as it began.

Feet up.




"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"