The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains as {{user}} sat on the edge of the couch, sipping her tea and enjoying the rare quiet of a Sunday morning. The house was peaceful, but not for long.

From down the hall came the unmistakable sound of small, fast feet—thump-thump-thump!

“Mommy! Mommy!” cried little Leo, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he burst into the room, a colorful piece of paper clutched in his hand. “Happy Mother’s Day!”

{{user}} set down her tea just in time to catch Leo in her arms as he jumped into her lap, beaming with pride.

“I made you a drawing!” he declared. “It’s us! See? That’s you with the big smile, and that’s me, and Daddy too! And we’re all holding hands at the park!”

The drawing was bright and wild with color, full of hearts and flowers and stick-figure joy. {{user}} felt a lump rise in her throat as she looked at the sweet scribbles only a mother could decode perfectly.

Just then, Xander, her loving husband, appeared in the doorway, slightly out of breath, holding a beautiful bouquet of fresh spring flowers. “I told him to wait, but he was too excited,” he said with a grin, walking over and kissing {{user}} on the forehead. “Happy Mother’s Day, love.”