I decided to drop the 'pink and pearls' theme for my Mothers Day lunch after I found it nearly impossible to find pink napery and just stuck with green/black/white/silver since I already have LOTS of things in those colours. I set the table the night before (clearly before I had folded the laundry on the couch) and also made some pretty little petit fours.
On Sunday morning I had a little sleep-in then the Mister and my girls brought in breakfast on a tray, complete with a flower on the tray. Then they gave me my pressies. I was very spoiled, I got perfume, new socks, earrings, rocky road that Ashley had made at daycare, a seed in a pot that Bella had decorated, drawings and cards, a 'box of love' from Ashley, and the goodies that Bella had bought from the Mothers Day stall at school, which was possibly the best present as she was so excited about it. She had chosen a big silver ("it's gold, just like treasure") butterfly necklace (which in her mind means she has bought me 'proper' jewellery) and a little cat-shaped mirror where the tail forms a handle and it also has a little stand at the back in case you want to stand it up... Bella excitedly pointed out the features and said I could hold it, or carry it in my handbag or stand it up on my desk at work. Clearly a lot of thought went into her little purchase and that is more dear to me than anything else.
I ate petit fours til my teeth ached and drank Bellinis til my cheeks flushed. Then while the children napped, the Mister and I watched a movie.
Every year, every event, everyone tells me I do too much, I go to too much effort. But they know I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm in my element when I'm planning and creating and cooking and surrounding myself with my most special people.
I loved every minute of Sunday, I am truly, truly blessed.