I'm blogging Mother's Day pictures today since this is of course one of THE most important holidays of the year. Problem is I got so into the pampering that I never took out my camera. Erin took a few shots as things were just getting rolling so although I'm sorry I don't have the full kitchen with all of my wonderful cooking brothers, I am glad to have these.
We have a tradition at our fellowship of the men cooking breakfast (and cleaning up afterward) for all of us moms. It's amazing. Do you know that men take food very, very seriously? They do. We women were to arrive at 9:30 to enjoy what the men had been laboring over since 8:30. Our kids definitely contributed too, Audrey adding beautiful cinnamon rolls to the menu. The home where we meet is the size and design of a lodge. There are 2 stoves, 3 ovens and 2 sinks in the beautiful, huge kitchen so there is plenty of room for all of the chefs. And let me tell you I'm not kidding when I call them chefs. From the oldest to the youngest (We had a 9 year old at the end of the line-up in the apron he made himself flipping pancakes on the griddle) amazing fare was finding it's way to the serving line.
We had scrambled eggs with green onions and mushrooms, asparagus crepes, hashbrown potatoes, biscuits and gravy, pancakes, toast, pork loin, sausage, bacon, a gorgeous fruit salad, the aforementioned cinnamon rolls, donuts, home-made orange julius' and coffee. I'm just sure that I'm forgetting something... It was incredible. And there is nothing like the smile on the faces of men who are cooking together. It must be some crazy endorphin thing because you almost felt 'high' just walking through all those happy men. What a way to start the day. Why don't we do this everyday? I'm the first yes vote.. any others?
My own sweet mama and daddy came and we even borrowed a grandma since mine is on the other side of the continent. It was a time of sharing and partaking, both of food and love..
...I decided to go way back and include Erin's ultrasound picture in my post. This is from 18 years ago and I still get teary remembering the first time I saw her. I think I was about 8 months along here and I can't believe how much she still resembles the wee thing she was at this time. Aw, memories. That's what Mother's Day is all about. The old ones and the making of new ones.
Thanks Erin for making this ridiculous Mother's Day greeting a new addition to my dorky daughter memories!