Happy birthday, Mama!

Happy birthday to a fantastic lady! And seeing as it is her special day, today's blog is dedicated to my lovely mother. It's the least I can do. After all, she did kinda give birth to me and then raise my weird little self. Technically, this blog wouldn't exist if it wasn't for mother dearest.

What a shame that would be...

I could not ask for a better mom. Mine has provided me with so much love, support and therapy that so many people just don't receive enough of. I'm truly grateful and appreciative even if I'm not always entirely sure how to express that. (Hence, this blog.) For all the times you didn't murder me when I deserved it and calmed me down from stress-induced hysteria, this one's for you, Mama! I love you more than Maddie loves grilled cheese for breakfast.

If anyone deserves a day off, it's mother. And here in the Dawson house, we take birthdays seriously. One does not "do things" on one's birthday unless it involves eating copious amounts of cake and shredding gift wrap. Unless of course, you feel like dancing or partying like a wild thaang. It's your birthday and you get to do whatever the heck you bloody well feel like doing.

She's already got the presents out of the way and the chocolate mint beet cake I baked is just patiently waiting to be iced for its special debut later tonight. However, we're crossing our fingers over here that it doesn't turn into a lava cake since SOMEONE got a little over enthusiastic with the blender and may have neglected to properly drain the beets before pulverizing them with the spinning metal blades of doom. Oops.

If it doesn't turn out, I'm sure Dwight will still eat it.

We've got reservations lined up for a fancy French restaurant tonight and I know I'm getting pretty stoked for some escargot and crêpes. Yum! Maddie will probably have grilled cheese. Sorry, un sandwich au fromage grillé. Whatever dad orders will inevitably end with "avec beaucoup de fromage".  

I'm tempted to wear my beret. 

Anyway, until tonight, I hope your day is filled with relaxation and joy, mom! Best wishes for this next year of living. I hope it consists of many fulfilling breakfasts and love!