Harrison is 14 months - and teething - so he periodically wakes up through the night crying from the ouchies. My Mother's Day started around 5 am - when he woke screaming, and Aaron quietly got out of bed to go put him back to sleep. My Mother's Day re-started around 6 am when he woke screaming again, and once again Aaron quietly got out of bed to go put him back to sleep. That time it must not have worked quite as well, because when I woke up again at 6:15 Harrison was sleeping soundly beside me, and Aaron was groggily walking around the foot of the bed to grab a shower. At 6:30ish I woke for the fourth time - Aaron had finished his shower and the sudden quiet woke Harrison. This time, though, he woke up "singing" (it's really more of a humming while swaying or bouncing - his form of dancing). Harrison giggled, gave me a slobbery open-mouthed kiss, and I fell back asleep. Eventually Alex also came in and gave me morning hugs and kisses while Aaron went downstairs to get me coffee - a TRULY AMAZING ACT OF LOVE (he HATES coffee!). Then after a relaxing mugful I finally ventured out from under the covers to begin my day, and get ready for church, the boys' dedication, and the family coming to our house for a cook-out.
So, my Mother's Day did NOT start with breakfast in bed. It started with my fabulous better-half SHOWING me how much he appreciates and loves me by dealing with a fussy baby, and letting me sleep an extra hour or two. That - PLUS the coffee - was more special than any other way I could have started that day.
Here are some other pics from the day - silly me forgot to take more. I guess I'll have to make up for it on Father's Day!
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