I know of mothers who receive lavish gifts on Mother's Day; things like pearls or diamonds or large-ish household appliances. I am not one of those mothers, and I prefer it that way. I was spoiled absolutely rotten today by my children, and it didn't involve precious gems or machines that go, "whirrrrr".
These are the children responsible for my loverly day:
These are the children responsible for my loverly day:
Quite cute, aren't they?
My oldest daughter (the tallest one in the back), Cassidy, started out my day with an idea that had sprung from my second oldest daughter's head (she's the second tallest in the back, Megan). Cassidy made me a most delicious breakfast of crepes. Yes, crepes. She had asked on Friday if I would teach her to make crepes. I did just that and then she surprised me by duplicating them precisely. We had a choice of apple stuffed or strawberry stuffed and I chose both. Of course. There were also raspberries, sliced kiwi and grapes to go along.
While she was slaving away in the kitchen (crepes for 9 is a true feat!) the rest of the kids showered me with gifts.
This card is from Erin. She made each of those boxes out of paper. True talent! 
Erin taught Declan to make a box, and so he did. He put two lollipops in there for me!
One of Megan's signature cards. The entire inside is full of hand-drawn pictures and funny text that makes me smile.
A card from Katie (she's 7 this week!) that says, "You Rock, Mom". How sweet.
A place mat made by Katie that echos the sentiment of her card. She made this in school.
Megan thought I would like this cake. I've been asked by no less than four of my seven children if I would share it with them.
Lunch was sandwiches with a side of goat's cheese and a French baguette and also whole wheat pita and hummus. Megan knew these were my favorites and made sure to get them.
THEN ... oh yes, there's more ... Cassidy made a dinner of two pastas and two sauces; penne and angel hair, and Alfredo and four-cheese Marinara. It was all topped off with Italian bread, green salad, and the double chocolate cake I had made the night before.
Now, tell me, how on earth could diamonds beat that?
