My mom isn’t really a Mother’s Day kind of mom, having referred to it for as long as I can remember as a Hallmark holiday and insisting that we don’t make a fuss or spend our time or money scrambling for a gift or card. I don’t know if this was always the case, or something that came about when we were older, but I can tell you that I am very much not of this opinion about the holiday. I’m a pretty big fan, actually. And it’s not about gifts or cards for me either, really, it’s about having a day (or let’s face it, the weekend) to have things roll the way mama wants them to roll. This involves a little bit of sleeping in; a whole lot of cuddling with the kiddos (Taylor isn’t generally a fan of hugs and kisses, but on these days even he feels obligated to show mommy some love – similar to how Ella generally isn’t a fan of sharing her doughnuts with me, but on special days she’ll make an exception); and some alone time. The perfect day was capped off with watching the kids do a little fishing and then heading out to date night with Trevor at a crazy Mexican joint in a small town near our cabin.

Our loungewear (a.k.a. pajamas) that we sported until just before dinner: Kerry: Anthropologie pants (a solid bet that I will wear these almost every day at the cabin this year) and my favorite tee shirt (also Anthro) and favorite necklaces (Kate Spade). | Ella: Gap pajamas | Taylor: Hanna Andersson pajamas

How the great majority of our pictures look these days, with Taylor recently discovering the peace sign and Ella learning the kissy face.

Why is it that a latte made at home before work and dumped into a travel mug seems close to terrible, and yet there is nothing better when you have the time to truly enjoy it out of a pretty cup?
“I Love you Bee Cus you Love Me.”
These two just melt my heart.
Small town Minnesota – where restaurants have neon bubble letter paint and an honor system for pouring your own cocktails.

Reality Check. I imagine there is some sort of “sweet spot” for the Mother’s Day holiday being one of the best of the year, and I think I’m probably in it. I know the day is coming quickly when hanging out with friends or a sports tournament trump my selfish desire for a pajama day filled with only cuddles and doughnuts…and margaritas.

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