On Mother's Day itself, Rod made waffles with whipped cream and blackberries and our very own bacon from our very own pigs. I got to spend some money at my favorite yarn store and my new kitty arrived.
Much better than last year's mother's day when I was barely home from the hospital after my C-section, hemorrhage, and Dural puncture. I was still feeling HORRIBLE, then Owen had a seizure and we got to host our friendly local paramedics. I didn't even get a present because my poor husband hadn't had a minute free to get to the store. This year was a great improvement.