Mother's Day takes on a whole new meaning when *you're* the one being celebrated. Mark did an awesome job, shouldering Gigi's responsibilities until she's old enough to make pancakes for me on her own. However, I hear she did have a hand in choosing the very cool card.
Top: Gigi and I reading the Saturday Globe and Mail, waiting for breakfast; Bottom: seriously, I only get this once a year?
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