A pancake breakfast compliments of my daughter. She does have a sweet side that peeks its head out every once in a while. She made pancakes for everyone and brought our plates to the bedroom and waited for us to wake up. And then waited some more. Still we slept. Finally, she woke us up and said, "Hey! Can ya'll come on and eat? It's getting cold." She was right. They were cold by then, but still delicious.
John-Heath provided many little gifts, too, including his own version of breakfast in bed which was a Nutri-grain bar stapled to a sweet little poem (see below). He later asked if he could eat it. He was hungry.
Flowers from my niece which liven up my bathroom.
Aren't special days fun?
This is the poem that was attached to my gift from John-Heath.
Breakfast in Bed
Since it is your day,