This morning I was woken 2 hours earlier than usual by a sensitive boy bearing a bowl of bran cereal and a mini muffin.
I was still asleep and mumbled something about "can I eat it later? i love you. Thank you."
He cried anyway.
So I ate some bran cereal groggily while he watched and tried to fall back asleep while listening to my kids fight and scream in the tv room about who was going to bring me another mini muffin when I got up.
2 hours later (knowing my sister would be here soon to share the ZABAR'S gift basket of bagels and lox we splurged on together for our day) I got up. Livi and my boyfriend brought me coffee in bed and let me drink it while Livi pushed the mini muffin on me again.
Ben and Izzy joined them to watch me eat it. Exciting stuff.
My boyfriend presented me with a present of a leather journal and a note he wrote for me. It was sooooooo great I'm sharing it with you:
Dear Milfy McMilferson,
It must be a wonderful feeling to walk in to your home each day and have your children look up at you with nothing but love and admiration in their eyes.
Or if not that then perhaps bitter acceptance and the expectation of presents in the near future.
In either case, you are a creator of life and love. And that makes you so beautiful.
I hope you have a Mother's Day surrounded by the people that bring you joy and the food that makes you sigh.
And on the off chance that your children should drive you crazy one day, then you will have the honorable distinction of being the first Milf in the asylum.
Happy Mother's day my favorite Milf.
What a man. Looks like it's going to be a pretty good day but if one more person shoves a mini-muffin at me - there's going to be trouble.