Yesterday morning we got a knock on our bedroom door at 9:00am.
Mom says, "Can I come in?"
I say, "No. Let me come out there."
You see I didn't want to wake my husband who had a feverish night with a temp of 101.3. The weirdest part of it all...I was awoken from a dream in which I was taking his temp and the thermometer said 105.7....weird. When I woke up I felt his skin and he was burning up so I gave him some tylenol, put a cold cloth on his head, and let him drift back off to sleep.
When I opened the door, the best mother in the world was standing in the hallway with a tray full of the yummiest breakfast in bed food and yelled at the top of her lungs, "THE FIRST GIFT OF CHRISTMAS!!!!!" (a la Tom Hanks at about 0:36 here) I could have cried.
I'm pretty sure I was raised by the kindest most selfless person that has ever been created.
I hope to be half the mother to EJ that my mother has been to me.
Our breakfast was complete with hot chocolate avec big marshmallows, cheese toast and jam, peppermint sticks, and fresh tart cranberries, bananas, and sliced oranges from the grove.
We ate like a king and queen in bed.
It was the perfect start to a day full of present wrapping, Christmas card sending, laundry, working, and teaching.
The long day ended with my hips up on the couch, John Mayer playing on my iPhone near my pelvis, and ice packs on the top of my tummy. I only stayed in that position for 10 minutes because two certain king sized somethings on my chest were suffocating me.
No turning response from the little girl in my belly but all in all a pretty wonderful day.
Maybe we're just playing the wrong music...Hubs thinks we need some of this.
p.s. Thanks Bridge for the feature.
