It's Mother's Day this Sunday. As with past Mother's Day, I'm sure I'll be made to stay in bed long after I really want to. I'm sure I'll hear rumaging through the kitchen and the clattering of dishes. I'm sure I'll be the recipient of a 1/2 cup of luke warm coffee (the other half spilled all over the tray it's being served on) accompanied by a bitten piece of burnt toast. As the day progresses, I'm sure I'll see misshapen made beds, soapy dishes and wrinkled clothing fresh out of the dryer. I'm sure that if I so much as mention that I'm thirsty, I'll be witnessing a race to the kitchen followed by sulking from the one who wasn't quite fast enough to bring me my tall glass of water. But through it all... As predictable as this day has become to me by now, my kids never cease to amaze me. I'm always touched by all the excitement and all the effort they put into making this day a special one for me. I cherish it, I look forward to it and I savour every last bit of it. If your home is anything like mine, by end of day on Sunday, you'll be sitting on the couch with your feet up. You'll be enjoying a glass of wine (delivered by one of the kids, of course) and you'll be bursting at the seams with an abundance of love for your precious bunch. The day after Mother's Day...? Well that might very well be a whole different story, but on this day, my day, I'm lovin' my life. Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful moms out there.