One of the earliest memories and traditions i have are of "Breakfast in Bed" Each year on our birthdays you would wake up early to prepare this special breakfast served on special tray with special dishes to us in our beds. And as you can see with an adoring crowd of hovering siblings. This was the perfect way to start off a birthday. The tradition of breakfast in bed has been passed on to each of your grandchildren and Porter keeps asking if it his birthday yet because he also looks forward to eating his breakfast in my bed. Mom, thank you for all of the breakfasts in bed and thank you for making us all feel special every year. You are the best mom EVER! I love reading this blog because it reminds us all of how lucky we are to have you.
On a lighter note, I think it's funny that of all of these pictures you are only in one. If you we gone every year who made breakfast for me? Elsa?
(Maggie, why aren't you chubby anymore?)
( a couple things here. Are we sure Bob doesn't have Asian ancestry? I put this somewhere around my 11th birthday so that means Bob is 10 wearing pajama a onesie. Classic.)
I hope that this year is an extra special one because you deserve it! I love you!
Here's looking at you.