My memories of celebrating "Mors Dag" is drawing a picture for my mom and picking fresh flowers from the garden. Therefor I was so happy when my Daughter, even though very, very early..., initiated preparing breakfast for me, made a drawing and made the Son make a drawing, picked a rose from the backyard and gave me a handmade plate she had made under big secrecy in school (bless these (female?) teachers that let the kids do crafts to surprise their mothers, because I know for sure that a majority of the Husbands sure wouldn't remember/be capable of remembering even the date) (insert smiley here).
(and then we turned on the Dr Snuggle DVD in the bedroom for the kids and could doze off until a more decent wake up time - i.e. after 7 am...).
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