My Valentine's...

Sunday morning I woke up to a lot of commotion in the kitchen. Since I had heard some whisperings the night before, I suspected breakfast was being made for me. My sweet girls and only son set about making Mamma breakfast in bed. (Daddy had been at work for a few hours)

In our family, breakfast in bed is the ultimate expression of love...

I didn't expect the spread I was served- three scrambled eggs, toast, whole wheat toaster waffles cut into heart shapes, and a pancake on a stick. No expense was spared. And neither was any dish.... they used approximately 45 dishes!

Sometimes I think I am doing the worst job ever as a mother and that I am ruining them. Moments like this remind me that they are slowly learning to serve and care for others...and that they are capable of making their own breakfast!