- The pretend sleep-in. Kids aren’t quiet, particularly on special occasions. It’s basically a physical impossibility. I’m bound to hear them clanging around the kitchen working on my breakfast. And let’s be real, the sound of someone else cooking a meal is pure music to my ears.
- My husband. Being married to me is hard (don’t tell him I said that). He helps the kids to make it an extra special day for me and I don’t have to lift a finger, which is always nice.
- Ask dad. No one asks me for favours — they let me shower with the door closed, I get to read in peace, dad referees all of the squabbles. It’s glorious.
- Homemade presents. It’s not even so much about the gifts themselves, it’s actually about the beaming pride on their squishy little faces when they present what they’ve created.
- Feeling grateful: Taking the opportunity to think about how lucky we are to have each other.