The Man told me to stay in the bed, as the kids wanted to bring me a surprise. I could hear them downstairs, clanging the pans, arguing over who got to carry what, the not-so-quiet giggles in the hallway.
Secretly, I don’t like breakfast in bed because I feel helpless when I’m eating it, like maybe I’m sick or something. Not to mention the crumb-in-the-sheets risk. But this time it was okay because it was their idea, and all those dark brown eyes staring up at me, wishing me a Happy Day, loving me with their artwork and handpicked flowers (and begging for my donut); they made it worth it, lovely and sweet. Home is letting them show their love in their own kind of way and receiving it with grace and gratitude.
This post is shared today with Sandy’s weekly Home Is… series.