This past weekend was both my birthday and mother's day. To be honest, I've kind of stopped having very high expectations for either event, based on previous years. But this year turned out to be very nice. Morgan and I had a great dinner at Tupelo, a relatively new southern restaurant in Cambridge. I got the stand mixer I've been coveting, and the kids were remarkably well-behaved.
On Saturday afternoon, Kemper and Morgan went out on an errand. Turns out Kemper had asked if they could buy me some flowers for mother's day. I didn't know this until after he presented them to me, but apparently he insisted on choosing red flowers because "red is the color of a heart". How sweet is that?