Roses are Red...

On Mother's Day morning, I was greeted by a plate of orange rolls and a cup of cocoa on my nightstand...and four very enthusiastic children in my bedroom (okay, one of them just wanted to eat.)

Marty had placed in each room of the house a vase of flowers, a small gift, and a handprint from the giver.

A single red rose from my little Abram.

Yellow daisies from Grace. "Da yellow ones are MINE, Mom!" she told me a dozen times.

Purple daisies from Isaac.

Red carnations from Jacob. Along with a handmade calendar of things he would do all week: do his chores before play without being asked, take me out for a doughnut, do the dishes, make dinner one night....

And gorgeous orange lilies from Marty. He even made his own handprint. :)

I am a lucky Mama!