I love my Mama.
The older I get… the more I love my mama.
The farther away I get from being a bratty, insufferable and ungrateful teenager… the more I appreciate my mama.
Phew… I didn’t make it easy on her. Can I make up for those obnoxious years with brunch? I’m pretty sure it can’t hurt.
The key to making mama a Mother’s Day brunch is this: make brunch aaaaaaaand do the dishes. Sure, mama’s like brunch, but I think what they like even more than the food is seeing us kids clean up the kitchen after ourselves. It’s key. It’s shows our dear mama’s that they raised us right… cause they did.