Without a doubt, this mother's day started off on the happiest of notes. V had to serve at 8am mass, which I just don't do, so the boys and I were home together. M came and got me at 8:15 and gave me his gift. It is a book he made at school and it's called "A Mother's Book of Hugs." The cover is decorated with drawings of flowers, hearts, butterflies, stars and says "you're a star" (although, the way it's written it sort of looks like it says "By: M's first name you're a star M's last name" which amuses me).
Hands down, it is the sweetest thing I have ever seen. Inside he wrote down the definition of hug, then put 12 different ways that I "hug" him. They include: giving him webkinz, playing catch, watching baseball games, let him do fun activities, run the house, give him sweets, work at the school book fair and help with cub scouts. What a kid, huh?
Not to be outdone, Lincoln made me "breakfast" in bed. He heated up a left over piece of pizza in the microwave and carried it up to me in bed. Then he helped me eat it. I can't convey how touched I was, it was so sweet of him. Of course, each night since then, when I go in to tuck him in, he asks me if I'm bringing him dinner in bed. Apparently payback's a bitch.