Noah gently set you on the ground, handing you the small bouquet of flowers you two had picked together this morning for Mother’s Day.

“Let’s go give ‘er her gifts.” Your father whispered to you with a small smile. The sound of a small groan from the bedroom made Noah grin.

Mother’s Day has always been special; you and your father would surprise Allie with a beautiful Mother’s Day breakfast. It was tradition. But now that you’re a bit older the day has become a bit more elaborate. Treasure hunts and written letters for her too.

The sounds of your mother waking up were nothing new, so you and your father knew exactly when to surprise her. The summer morning sun shining into your parents bedroom and the smell of the breakfast you two had put together for your mother was a warm scene.

Her hair was a tangled mess, but her skin sparkled in the glistening sunlight that peeked through the curtains. Another small, tired groan left her as you approached with flowers, Noah holding a tray full of a delicious breakfast for her right behind you.

Now, time to wake her up.