As cliche as it sounds, it really is the little things that count. I honestly don't believe there are any gifts better than the homemade ones I get from my children. This year for Mother's Day, Brian planted me some flowers and colored a card for me and Corbin made me a paper flower bouquet, a tissue flower, and a wonderful tree decoration.
Even more simpler than those presents was the fact that Corbin came down the stairs on Sunday morning, still wiping the sleepies from his eyes, and yawned, "Happy Mothers Day Mom" with absolutely no prompting. He had been waiting all night to tell me that in the morning. It was the most perfect gift of the day.