I have to brag on my husband and kids for a minute. Several times a year, they make me an elaborate breakfast worthy of Mother's Day. The spread usually looks something like this:
Somehow, I managed to score two such breakfasts in the month of November. I don't think I did anything super special to deserve them, but I do think that one little 7 year old is angling for a good word to Santa. *wink*
I love how much my family loves me. I love them right back.