by Linda Bruce
(Comer, GA, USA)
I don't remember when my daughter, Rachel, started bringing me breakfast in bed for Mothers Day, but I'm guessing as soon as she was able to cook by herself. Until she moved out of the house, she always brought me breakfast in bed. I don't mean cereal or poptarts, her faves by the way. But, the breakfast usually consisted of bacon, eggs, toast, juice, and coffee. Sometimes she would substitute pancakes or waffles for toast. It was always delicious, prepared with a lot of love. No man has ever even done that for me! She knows how to make me feel special and that makes her special.