Mother's Day Breakfast: A Beautiful Disaster

So Marcus decided to surprise me with breakfast in bed for my second Mother’s Day. Sweet thought, right? Except Sophie apparently decided she wanted to be sous chef, and by ‘sous chef’ I mean she threw flour at everything within a three-foot radius while Marcus attempted to flip what I can only describe as pancake-shaped construction materials.

Mother’s Day Breakfast: A Beautiful Disaster

I came downstairs to find my kitchen looking like a crime scene and my husband holding a spatula like it had personally betrayed him. The pancakes were… well, let’s just say they had character. Lots of character. The kind of character that makes you wonder if pancake mix has an expiration date and what happens when you ignore it.

But you know what? I ate every bite with the biggest smile because watching my girls try so hard to make me happy was worth every lumpy, slightly crunchy pancake. Plus, Sophie’s flour-covered giggle face was basically the best Mother’s Day gift ever. Even if I’m still finding flour in weird places three hours later. Happy Mother’s Day to me and all the other mamas who know that love sometimes tastes like burnt breakfast and looks like kitchen chaos.