The day passed in a whirl of greeting cards and beach sand and coffeemaker refills. Here are the highlights from the Queen's perspective:
My mom brought flowers, as she does every year. The pink are for my girls, the blue for my boy, and the yellow represents the baby I miscarried and miss every day.
Elisabeth and Madeline (mostly Elisabeth) made me breakfast in bed. It was very hard to wait in bed while all the preparations were being made, but Libby spends a lot of time on Pinterest and it shows! In addition to my daily eggs, she made these fancy apple pancakes where the thinly sliced apple was wrapped in the shape of a flower. The card said something like "Sorry we're always so bratty."
The eldest gifted me a flowering plant and these cool socks, "Get it? Because you're the Queen Bee, Mom." I put them on immediately.
Benjamin confessed he and Dad got up early and went to Menards just this morning to pick out my special gift: two spools of garden hose and two nozzles. They were both pretty proud of themselves.
Madeline decorated a special coaster/trivet in school for me, and this was the way the wrapping was decorated. I'm still giggling that for adjectives she chose "marvelous" and "obedient." In a separate package-- it was a Target bag-- Maddy wrapped up in Kleenex elements of beautiful outfit, including pumps, sweater and jewelry. They were all articles I already owned that she'd taken from my closet and regifted to me. Kids. Are. Weird.
Maddy and Libby also worked up a dance routine as a unique gift. Well, I guess it's not that unique, because those two are always working up dance routines, and the rest of the family rolled their eyes and groaned, leading me to believe they had been members of a practice audience for several days.
The fam came over for lunch. I loved eavesdropping on my MIL, Amanda and Auntie Lisa catching up. That's the best kind of gang, right there!
It was much too cold for actual swimming-- the ice has been out for nine days-- but that didn't keep some of the kids from hanging out lakeside, anyway. I didn't seen it with my own eyes, but three-year-old Theo reportedly caught a fish with his bare hands... and later asked everyone to smell his hands (because they were making his lunch taste funny.)
This here is my mama. I love her. I am grateful for her presence, her constant help and her example.