over the past few years the family has begun a tradition of serving mom (me) breakfast in bed on her (my) birthday. and everyone’s gotten really good at it. lovely food and presentation. it’s a nice way to wake up. this year the tradition was expanded to include a-nolonger12 – i so prefer that to a13. and here’s what her breakfast looked like. the cupcake was a last minute addition from the bakery/coffee shop/slice of heaven two doors down.
it looks pretty amazing. little blue elephant candle and all.
but the even better part was just what breakfast in bed looks like when you’ve recently shifted house and you are the only member of the family who is bedless.
how special is that?