The tears

Not from this one, from the other one. 

The eldest planned, with the husband, a mother's day treat of breakfast in the woods. I came home last night to find the husband getting everything ready. All good. Except the youngest wanted everyone to have breakfast in bed, which we have done before.  We eventually made it to the woods, bacon, eggs, sausage and bread all tasted pretty good. By the time we left, everyone was happy but it took a while and a lot of effort to get there! 

Youngest has a cold, poor love, toom himself to bed twice today saying he was tired, although he didn't actually sleep. Hoping he will wake up feeling a bit better.