I love this tradition our family has of breakfast in bed. I think it may have started on one of my first Mother's days, or perhaps it was Father's day...but somehow it has become a staple of not only these wonderful holidays, but also every birthday of any family member as well. Sometimes it happens for no reason at all, and Aaron and I wake up to two kid-poured, overflowing bowls of cheerios brought into our room one random Saturday morning on the famous tray carried by our thoughtful little dears.
This Father's day the tradition continued, and Aaron enjoyed a special breakfast surrounded by those who love him best. The girls are so blessed to have him as their Daddy, as am I to have him as my husband for always. I love, love, love this man!
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