A little surprise of my own

Mother's Day began for me with a great deal of pain. Pain that I am blaming entirely on my sister Anne, who threatened to label me a loser if I didn't run the Indy Mini. Well, I'm not a loser, but I also can't move without significant pain and stiffness.
Given my limited mobility, the breakfast in bed provided by my husband-extraordinaire was especially nice. While enjoying my breakfast Cambel said to me:
" I have a little surprise of my own."
(Does this make you laugh? Because I found it so funny--maybe because I know it is a phrase he has picked up from Kevin).
Cambel presented me with the gifts he made at preschool and the survey his teachers have each child fill out about their mother. I seem to have made some significant progress in my efforts at motherhood. Cambel said that I cook waffles and soup (which is a step up from salads-his reply last year), and that I don't just shop, I also clean, work on the computer, and play with Ada while he is at preschool. See what a tremendous legacy I am leaving?
My final gift was a piece of paper with Cambel's name on it. He said it was a coupon that can be redeemed any time I need something done. The promise is that he will do the job right away and that I won't have to "tell him 44 times."
Mother's Day was completely lost on Ada. Although she did lay down and take a nap with me in the afternoon.  I suppose considering my general inability to move, this was a true gift.
Kevin ended the day by hosting "El Grande Night: Edition Wii" (where I proved my worth by winning our bowling competition) and taking me out for dinner and ice cream. Because nothing says "Happy  Mother's Day" like escaping the ones who gave you your title.

It was a good day. I am thankful to have been blessed with my own wonderful mother, a great mother-in-law, excellent grandmothers, and two fantastic kids. Not even searing pain, blood blisters, and immobility can take that away.