Growing up, my parents had a tradition of celebrating Mothers Day and Fathers Day with breakfast made by the kiddies, and served to the respective parent in bed. It’s glorious, right? Yes, my family is very sentimental and loving and everything that will just make you sick we’re so syrupy sweet. Anyway… I wanted to carry on this tradition after Bear and I moved in, so this past year on his 30th birthday (his first birthday since we moved in together, which happens to inconveniently fall on Christmas Eve) I made him a simple, delicious, breakfast and served it to him in bed. (To me, there is nothing better than that. I made sure to inform him that I will be expecting something similar on my birthday.)
I made a “hobo banquet” (scrambled eggs, hashbrowns and cheese, all layered on each other), bacon, toast, and apple juice. It was, of course, well received. Everyone deserves to be pampered on their birthday and my Bear is no exception.