One of my fondest memories of mom was the "birthday table". Sonja and I could count on this every year. We would awake to the most beautiful breakfast table, adorned with our favorite flowers, balloons in our favorite color, bountiful gifts and our requested breakfast. Even on a school day, when she was rushed to get us out the door and herself to work, she would wake up extra early and make sure it was ready when we awoke. How she made Eggs Benedict with homemade Bearnaise sauce by 7:00am to taste like heaven, I will never know.
I continue this tradition now with my kids so the memory of my mom will continue to be honored.