All I want is breakfast. I LOVE breakfast. I feel like you can eat a little more carelessly because you’ve got the entire day to work it off and make better choices. Plus, I love breakfast food. Eggs and bacon and sausage and toast and pancakes … oh my, it’s all so yummy.
I would also like to get some gardening done. My tulips and lilies are all up but I think the peonies I planted last year are long gone. The winter seems like it was just too much for them.
I’d like to snuggle my little boy while contemplating the arrival of his brother. And I’d like to spend a bunch of time with my mom. I don’t know how she did it. I question that more and more as I get further and further into motherhood. I remember always feeling safe and happy and loved. Those are definitely three things I hope my kids can say as adults.
I think ice cream is also in order. Maybe in the form of a cake? Maybe in the form of a pint with a spoon. Yes, ice cream will happen on Mother’s Day. And just for the day, I’m hoping I can forget about cleaning and laundry and organizing and painting and just enjoy the day and what it represents. Honoring moms for simply being moms.
I guess I changed my mind … I want more than just breakfast.