On Gretchin Rubin's blog there was an article that said "Things that go wrong often make the best memories." So when I think of Mother's Day this is the first memory that comes to mind. In 1999 we moved to Denver. Kevin was about 11 years old. Kenny stayed in Salt Lake to finish his senior year in high school. Kevin decided to make me breakfast in bed. This was the first time he ever had done it alone. The only thing I heard was him walking in my room and tripping. The entire breakfast he had made went all over the floor. He was devastated! I was so touched! We picked it up and at what we could. It was awesome!
Today, Kenny, Kevin and Harold made me brunch. There were flowers, gifts and a lot of pampering. But the most meaningful things were the notes and time I enjoyed with my guys. I am the luckiest woman to have such wonderful men in my life. I love being a Mother.
Queen Mother ~
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