As usual, Imani woke up before me on Sunday.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I could hear Imani scurrying around in a hurry outside of my bedroom.
Here is what I found hanging in my doorway.
In case you can't see her hurried handwriting, here is a closer look,
On my dresser was a tray with a bowl of cereal . . . breakfast in bed.
There was a sweet card included, which read,
"Thank you . . ." (on the outside)
and on the inside:
"For being the best mom ever and helping me, making me
feel better when I have worries, and for
giving me a life and a home. I love you.
And here it is with her hurried handwriting once again :-)
These are the joys of being a mom.