I opened my eyes to find Heath standing at the end of my bed looking a tad worse for wear. He had been on the dog shift with William since 5am when he took over from me and told me to go back to bed. I rolled over, looked at my phone, saw the time was only 7.01am and groaned. "Surely on Mother's Day I can have a sleep-in" I said with a tone laced with a combination of sleep deprevation and annoyance....and the reply "7am is a sleep-in these days" and it's so true. So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and went to cuddle my babies on the couch. I found Macie in her highchair eating her much loved honey toast and William happily in his swing watching the happenings of the cottage.
For some reason I was acting like a bear with a sore head. I don't know what I expected when I walked out of the bedroom. It's not like I wanted a room full of flowers or a helicopter in the front paddock to whisk Heath & I away for the day (ok maybe I wanted the helicopter)....all I wanted was a sleep-in longer than 7.01am. I cursed myself for being ungrateful - I don't need anything. I have everything.
Next thing Heath and Macie disappear and come back armed with chocolates, cuddles, flowers and a card. I swallow my bad mood, curse myself again for being a bitch and just realised how grateful I am.
: A husbo that organises his mum to drive to town to purchase a Mothers Day gift for me even though he has been working 15 hour days on the tractor.
: A husbo that hides the gifts down at his mum's so I second-guess his romantic gestures
: A husbo that then proceeds to cook me bacon and eggs for breakfast with steaming hot coffee
: A daughter that loves me; and
: A son that declares that I am his world every time I leave his line of vision.
I have everything.