Celebrating everyday

When you've got a kid like mine, every day is Mother's Day. But that doesn't mean that my little nut didn't shower me with gifts Sunday morning. Margaret made me so many wonderful things and was beside herself with giddiness about giving them to me — that alone made the day special. I laid in bed Sunday morning trying to catch a few more Zzzs, but every few minutes I'd open my eyes to see her little sunshiny face hoping that I'd get out of bed, so I did. After I savored each handmade gift, we threw on some clothes and biked downtown for some Sunday brunch. Biking around town is one of my most favorite things to do. There was an hour wait for a table. I didn't care that much about having a special Mother's Day brunch, so we decided to walk around Main Street for a bit then buy some donuts on the way home. My rare adult behavior must've sparked a mini Mother's Day miracle, for not 15 minutes later, our table was ready. I was getting some yummy Mother's Day brunch drenched in maple syrup — everything is better with syrup. My favorite part about this past weekend was the quiet time I spent with my husband and daughter — they make every day a happy mother's day for me.