Happy Mother’s Day!

So shouted Judah and Ezra as they burst into my bedroom door yesterday: Judah bearing a plate with french toast, eggs, and bacon on it, Ezra following behind with the utinsels. Michael had sneakily purchased french bread for this very french toast the day before and gotten up early to make me breakfast in bed. Yes, very wonderful, and I was very pleased.\par
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I asked Judah if I was supposed to eat breakfast in bed or take it out and eat in the dining room. He made his little, “who knows?” hand gesture and said, “You can do whatever you want.. it’s Mother’s Day.” (I elected to eat in the dining room with my sweet family)\par
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On Saturday, I was explaining about how Grandma Valerie’s birthday was also Mother’s Day this year, and Judah exclaimed, in a “I really blew it” voice:\par
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“Oh maaannn… Dad said you weren’t supposed to know about Mother’s Day!”