Apparently though, they felt quite bad for last year’s miniscule efforts and they woke me up and with my pre-contact vision I could tell that the swishing of skirts indicated that they were indeed in their Regency dresses with their hair up in buns. I barely made out a curtsy from Madison when she said with a giggle, “It is time to get dressed.” Of course, I jumped out of bed and got into my own Regency dress feeling more excited then ever. I could smell all sorts of food cooking and I could faintly hear the soundtrack to Pride and Prejudice being played.
As I left my room, I was taken back in time as the papers from the ceiling counted down from 2014, 1999, 1976, 1861, 1830, and the last one was 1812. In front of me was my daughter Madison’s modern artwork of Pemberley and as I turned into the kitchen I had one more sign hanging from the ceiling . . . “Welcome to Pemberley”.
I was shown a video where a bunch of kids tell their mother that they are good enough and beautiful and that is when the tears started flowing. They started showing me my other presents which included chocolates, new dishes I had asked for, a sweet letter from my daughter, Mr. “Jarcy” (that wasn’t a typo – Avery, my 8 year old, drew a picture of Mr. Darcy and put it in a jar with some flowers near my plate so I could eat with Mr. Darcy), and finally they told me I had two more gifts coming in the mail; a wax seal kit with the J stamp, as well as two pillows for my living room that have Pride and Prejudice quotes on them.
So what did I do after eating breakfast at Pemberley? I gave them their presents. I decided that with three girls, who will be mothers someday, that I wanted to give them something from me every year that will make them better mothers. So I framed a picture of the temple with a quote from my last blog on “thin places”.
So I want to thank my daughters for working so hard and not making me burned toast in bed, but I would have been happy with it. This was the best Mother’s Day ever. I’ll take breakfast at Pemberley any day but I do think that Mr. Jarcy will need to be a tradition for it to be as perfect as it was this year.
Thanks girls. I love you.