This year, for me, Mother’s Day meant: a 1 week lead up to my “surprise” from my kiddies where they loudly whispered to each other to keep it secret. It meant making breakfast for all six of us, including muffins. It meant my husband volunteered to do the grocery shopping and I made dinner. It meant receiving 5 handmade cards, two from son #1, and a painted ceramic heart that the same son made on his school trip Friday. It meant I was told “I love you, mom” about 5 million times and given a billion hugs. In short, it was mostly like a regular day around here. And it was awesome.