So as you can tell, birthday's (my birthday) isn't that big of a deal to me. My birthday started with me feeding Isabelle in bed early Tuesday morning as the sun was coming up. Being that the boys are early (and I mean early) risers, they were also just getting up. Note: The sun here in the valley comes up in the summers even before the 5:00 a.m. hour.
Michael came into my bedroom and dropped off his pj's in the laundry basket to be washed. He paused for a moment and then said, "Mom, is today your birthday?" "Yes Michael I replied." "Oh" he said and then walked out of the room back toward his room. I smiled thinking it was kind of a funny response but turned my attention back to Isabelle eating.
Moments later Michael appeared back in my bedroom, nonchalantly he said "Mom, since it is your birthday, Happy Birthday I guess." and then walked back out of the room. I started laughing out loud, startling Isabelle, because the manner in which he wishes me a happy birthday couldn't have been with less enthusiasm. Still though he was sincere and I thought it was pretty funny.
After finishing feeding Isabelle I jumped in the shower and got dressed. As I walked out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen I saw both boys sitting at the table with colors and paper. "MOM--- Don't come over here!" I was ordered. Even though they didn't say it, I suspected they were working on something for me.
And right I was. Gabriel drew me a beautiful picture of him and I holding hands and walking under a rainbow.
And Michael, he decided to make me a mask, with a paper plate and some items he found in our recycle bin. He make it all by himself and I think did a great job. He said he made me a mask because he thought it would make me look "prettier".
I'll let you be the judge....
I love both of their gifts and will cherish them. I just don't know how often I'll be wearing the mask.
Until next time,
Angie
No comments:
Post a Comment