Mother's Day is one of those holidays that always used to take me by surprise.
All of a sudden it's The Day Before, and oops, now I'm doing a mad dash to find the one place in all of New York City that's not completely booked for brunch and running around to every store in town to find something that isn't a candle (or at least is a very cool candle). Now that I'm a mother, of course, I know EXACTLY when Mother's Day is and am very, very, keenly aware of each moment that it draws closer, because it is MY DAY.
MINE.
And it involves sleep, and the in-bed delivery of bacon.