With Justin being in Canada for two weeks and the kids too young to appreciate what day it was or have the ability to hop in the Ody to shop for some gifts, this past Mothers Day was shaping up to be a bummer for me. Add to that being 28 weeks into a pregnancy that has left me unable to breathe properly and ungodly exhausted plus being the poster woman for being hormonally unbalanced and it was not going to be pretty. But I completely underestimated the ingenuity of my Zachary. He actually got up early (and quietly) on Sunday while the little kids and I slept in (until 8:00!!) and he decorated the kitchen with Happy Mothers Day signs and made me a princess hat. And he made the best gourmet breakfast that an 8 year old can pull off- cheese toast. My day was instantly brighter and it turned out to be pretty special.
