So Sweet

Friday night, daughter kept telling me that I needed to sleep in on Saturday. She was adamant that I not get up early, or come downstairs, or leave my bed. Do you know why? Because she and Hubs made me breakfast in bed. It was just a plain old Saturday, not my birthday, not Mother's Day, not our anniversary, just plain old boring Saturday. They made me a card thanking me for all that I do. I had orange juice and coffee and pancakes and eggs and, well really, an entire breakfast spread with all the fixins. I know, right.

I am greatly appreciative of the sweetness and the love, I mean, really, really appreciative, but I also have to wonder, what is it exactly they want, those little consiprators?

Is this what happens to cynics? I can't even take a simple gift at face value? I need therapy.



Love you Family!